I took a wonderful shower last Wednesday night. I'd been contentedly cleaning the bathrooms while Ken watched TV, and felt sweaty and grubby when I was done (exacerbated by the fact that I'd been running late and forgot to put on deodorant after my shower before work. I put some on when I got home, but it's just not the same, y'know?). So I took a long, leisurely, hot shower, shaved my legs, used the new yellow soap I'd bought on campus purely because talking about soap fetishes last week reminded me that I also have a plain-Dial-soap fetish, used the loofah-on-a-stick to scrub my back (this morning it looked moldy. Yuk. I guess I don't know how to take care of loofahs), stood on one foot and let the shower patter on the sole of the other, switched feet back and forth for a while, and finally just stood under the spray until my fingertips wrinkled like raisins. I lazed around in my terrycloth robe for the rest of the evening, and though my other plans did not exactly pan out the shower was enough.
On Thursday we went to Universal Studios in Hollywood. Sadly, we did not pass the Hollywood sign, but we did see many other cool things. I went on every ride but the big Jurassic Park kinda-rollercoaster; I am highly chicken about rollercoasters but I might've been persuaded to go on that (or, more likely, at least made Ken go without me) if it hadn't been cold out and the ride hadn't ended in a big splash of water. I liked the tour of outdoor movie sets; I've always liked museum recreations of cities. It was like a ghost town, eerily abandoned. I wished we could've gotten off the tram and walked around peering in the empty buildings. We saw the clock tower from Back to the Future, too. Cool.