Since I’m not going to a resort, I decided to visit the spa for a nice, relaxing procedure. As I was browsing the list of services they offer, I realized that the only procedure I want is the one where they bring me to a room with dimmed lights and quiet music, and then everybody leaves me be so that I can stare at the wall for an hour. Yes, I know there’s a work of literature about this.
I’m friendly with the spa owner and I could definitely ask her to rent me one of her rooms for an hour. She knows that I’m. . . erm. . . eccentric. But there is a distance between eccentric and full-blown crazy, and I don’t want to cross it in too much of a rush.

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