One day soon I’m going to build myself a bathroom with a damn bath tub instead of the sad shower space that fits a little too snugly in the allocated area it’s currently in. So, for example, when it’s been a full on week since you’re allowed to even go outside because the air is so toxic, and then when it’s not very toxic there’s that deadly infectious disease floating in it still, so I may as well call it a night with a cup of tea/wine/bourbon and a book and some hot bubbly water that smells fucking nice.
Notes to self Since 2006