Sick of fighting the script, have a bath instead, enough time before bed-time to do it right, with bubbles and music and a good hour to soak in, and something to read, of course. Angela Carter short stories and the Pet Shop Boys singing Nightlife tonight, and as for the bubbles; Precious Time, gold sparkly stuff scented with Ylang Ylang and Pachouli, chosen from among options straightforward (orange, honey, tea tree), abstract (happiness, sleep easy, forget the day) and strange (Flying Saucer, Japanese Hot Springs). It's a hard choice, but I feel the need for a little sparkle today. Soak, read, relax, then soap my head with the Beautiful hair bar (even though my hair's getting coarser and darker every day), rub tired legs with cooling tea-tree body wash, and sand off my face with blissfully butch IMPACT! facial scrub for men. That's me done, except for sitting, drying, moisturising (I decide against Dove, instead go for Blackberry and Raspberry Body Yoghurt) and the inevitable slathering on of E45. At which point, bed deferred by e-mails to answer and more ideas for (another) comic spinning round my head. But at least I'm relaxed for that now, soothed and calmed and covered in sparkly time.
One day I'll use forget the day in the morning, that'll learn me.