Taking a bath

There is a giant bathtub in my hotel room and tonight I decided that I ought to take a bath. Even though I have not taken a bath in a bathtub for more than five years, ever since I was pretending I was in Japan taking a bath at a bath house, and when I became a yude dako (boiled octopus) I then passed out in the tub and hit my head and had to go to the hospital. While I was slightly nervous that the heat might make me pass out again, and I did not want to have to go to the hospital in Brazil, I went and got my new Candace Bushnell book (yeah, chick lit!) and eagerly climbed in. I was totally going to be one of those people who could read for like an hour in the tub and get out feeling totally relaxed and renewed. Instead, after about exactly four minutes, I saw that my dry skin had flaked off into the tub and the particulates were making the water all cloudy. Since I had not taken a shower beforehand, hence the unexfoliated skin, this sort of grossed out me, ruining the zen mood, and I had to get out of the tub. Sigh.