Ever have one of those days where you wished you'd stayed in bed? I feel that, and I also wish I could take a day-long bath. It's so quiet in there, no matter what else is going on in the rest of the house. I wanna barf or crap my horrible feelings out of me and feel washed and pure. I'd have to go on a 24-hour fast, drinking water all day and stretch out in my tub, even past the shrivelled stage. The scum of my emotional memory could be scrubbed away with my brush, and I could see it float on the surface, glad that it's off of my skin. My worries would be the psoriasis on my scalp, and tar shampoo would destroy that away. I need a bath like that right now, but all the soap, all the water, all the scrubbing won't make me feel clean enough. I sometimes want to peel off my skin like a body mask, and flush it down the toilet. I could see my past go away from me, and treat the rest of my day like I was a new-born about to start my life. I want to be a born-again optimist, like I was when I was 20, but I'm 15 years too late. I can still find a way around it, in my imagination.