Today I had my massage and I wanted to just fall asleep on the table tonight. It felt so good and I really need to make it a point to go monthly. It was snowing when I left and raining when I got out. It was my second night over in Cambridge. Yesterday when I was over there I stumbled into a shop that sells foods and goodies from around the world. Lately I've been craving Vegemite for some reason, haven't had any since I was a kid and when I saw that this store carried Marmite, I ended up spending $10 on a tiny jar of the stuff (125g)- the closest thing to Vegemite this side of the equator. It's a yeasty (salty) spread. You either love it or hate it and I'm ok if I have a tiny bit. Less is more where Marmite is concerned. So I'm going English tonight with some tea and crackers with some Marmite, nice way to end the night after my relaxing massage. Of course, this came after I cleaned myself. I hate Central Square, it's so dirty and I feel like I need to go through one of those bio hazard showers after passing by. So of course, a guy that gets on the T at Central on my way back to Brookline has to sit right next to me. Nothing like the smell of pot and greasy fried chicken for what seems like the longest 3 T stops ever! I did the best I could to hold my breath b/c my stomach was turning, yuck! Not what you want to experience after enjoying an hour long massage.
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