Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

It’s Saturday afternoon, quarter to four, and I’m already in my pyjamas. My family is away with their respective significant others and I’m at home, all alone.

It was time for a big fat soak.

I used some lavender bath hearts a dear friend gave me. Then a big blue bath fizzie that smelled very fresh and aquatic. Then some Cake Beauty Dream Puff (lavender and marzipan scented) bubble bath. Then a nice scrubby sugar scrub to make me soft all over. Ahh, bliss. Half an hour later, I’m sitting in front of the computer in my night clothes wearing a face mask. It seems someone threw out the one I had in my freezer, and I’m not impressed: it was made of blueberries, which are supposed to be very good for the skin.

It’s been ages since I had a soak despite being something of a bath maven once upon a time. The bathroom is always too busy, and it’s simply too noisy in the house. I was just about shoving my parents out the door for their weekend away - only wish they did it more often.

I was supposed to be reviewing a burlesque act tonight, but I cancelled as my energy levels have been down somewhat of late…might have had something to do with the fact that I seem to be going out an awful lot and drinking. Given the amount of medication I’m on, this isn’t such a good idea as I found out the day before yesterday when dining at a friend’s place. I still seem to have a touch of a headache - can’t quite figure out if this is from the drinking or what. When you’re five foot nothing, about 40kg and on a ton of meds, I don’t recommend drinking a bottle of red wine by oneself - or mixing that with sparkling. Yeah, smart me.

I was also supposed to have a guest over who ditched me…for the cricket. Granted it’s the world cup finals…but still. I’m sure I’ll find it amusing when I stop being so damn exasperated over it. Stupid cricket! It also means I’ll be dining by myself…on prawn and pork dumplings, yum.

Well, time for me to be off and take my mask off and then maybe take a nap or curl up and read a good book. Ah, if only all weekends could be like this!