Water Makes Everything Better

It's always amazing to me how much better you feel after soaking in a long bath. Yesterday I had a rather rough afternoon (we're not going to go into it because it's not important...suffice it to say my eyes were puffy from crying and I wanted to run very far away) and all I wanted to do was go home and soak in some water. After bowling, I ran my bath, got a glass of wine (from a box because I'm super classy like that), and put my iPhone iPod on random shuffle. My guardian angel (yeah, we're tight like that) must've known I needed some extra cheering up because she made sure to play a plethora of Cure music during my random sampling (of course, it might also be due to the fact that a majority of my music is from The Cure, but no matter). There's something about Robert Smith's voice which seems to wash away anything wrong with me. Anytime I'm having a bad day, all I need to do is take a bath and/or shower, play some Cure, and all is right with the world. Robert Smith is my valium, if you will. Today I woke up refreshed and rejuvenated, although my eyes are still rather sore. Crying pink tears really wears a girl out.