>The shampoo, conditioner, and soap at my hotel in San Francisco smell
like fresh flowers. The water in the shower is appropriately hot, and
the bathroom quickly filled with steam. My tired body relaxed.
I'd been awake and on the go since 4:40 yesterday morning, when I got
up to go to the airport. In SF, my friend and I spent the day
exploring the Ferry Building, the Beat Museum and North Beach, a
fortune cookie factory and Chinatown, and Ghiradelli Square. I
consumed lots of cheese from the Cowgirl Creamery, some garlic fries,
a Coke Zero float, fortune cookies, and a dark chocolate mint
milkshake. Then I ate a mostly healthy fish/seafood dinner with some
By the time I hit the shower, my stomach was angry. As I inhaled the
scented steam, my ass exhaled a toxic cloud. And that was the end of
my aroma therapy.
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