Showers

I'm really tired right now, don't have much else to write, and am somewhat at a loss for any semblance of a coherent thought process. So I apologize in advance for whatever the hell it may be that I end up writing here, because I know that it will come out of nowhere and probably make absolutely no sense. Fair warning.

Showers are nice. They are warm, and comforting, and a ridiculously good way to get away from people for a couple of hours. And yes, I have taken showers that quite literally have lasted for more than one (if not two) hours. Those are probably my favorite showers, actually...the ones where you completely lose track of time and just sink into this warm, comfortable world...

I probably enjoy showers far more than I should. But I don't much care (until the water bill arrives, anyway). It's a great practical excuse to get away from the world and stop paying attention to everything, and just relax for a bit. It's also pretty much the best thing you can do when literally every part of your body hurts.

And since that happens to me rather more often than I would like (try every day, at this point), I really, really appreciate showers for making it all hurt a bit less. Especially when I'm surrounded by perfectly capable people who are just refusing to give me massages because they're too tired or lazy to.

But anyway, that's enough rambling for one time. I'm sorry I have nothing better to write about now and I'm sorry that I really can't think clearly enough to make this even sound decent. I think I'm quite through here...