a warm bath

i am growing to own a reputation for working late... even the security officers are beginning to recognise me as i slip out just before they lock-up the department every night. that's nothing worth being proud of. it means i have a sad life.

i spent the whole day yesterday working despite a splitting headache... yes, it's all the deadlines... and the frustrating dead ends that i had to travel to (with great reluctance) and now pressed for time to try the analyses in a different way; something which my supervisor wasn't keen on but which i wanted to do for eons, for good logical reasons -- at least i think so.

anyways... there are various ways that one can try to nurse a terrible headache... paracetamol works sometimes... a head massage from a gentle friend.... herbal tea... sleep...

the best alternative to the head massage is a warm bath. even better when i still have some lovely lavender bath oil from Isle of Arran's ArranAromatics which i found when i was there with f last autumn and lavender bath salts which i found at the local supermarket... (i am a sucker for lavender... i should visit provence one day... and lie in the acres and acres of lavender... and hope that the bees and wasps will not attack me!)

and i certainly felt better...

here's a bath-poem i found while googling:

She writes from her bath
Her body floating at half mast
One breast rising as a island
Erupting as a volcanic land mass

Suds adorning its lovely pink cap
Her thighs crest
Through soapy water
Smooth as wet glass
Her hands sponging legs
Too slippery to grasp

Candles align her flagship
Lights appearing through the fog
She writes stories in bubbles
Blown from her beautiful lips
Bursting into provocative print

by jack
Posted on LoveLandia

posted by ~overacuppa~ on Friday, 18 March, 2005 at 12:29 hrs