Hmmm

For the past few days, something I have been thinking about a lot is the possibility of treating myself to a hotel room this weekend. There's one I've stayed in before which is very nice because it has a gigantic bathtub. The thought of slowly sinking in after adding half a bag of epsom salt is much more pleasant than anything I've actually done in the last several days. Or months.

Part of my brain says I probably "should" talk myself out of this to save money, but a bigger part of my brain points out that nothing fucking matters anyway.