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start your day as a bushy herb - The Literary Exhibitionist
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I think I finally put my finger on something I was kind of missing even after processing through all my Lush cosmetics in yesterday's entry: patchouli, from which the oil in my current shower cream is derived, is apparently a "bushy herb." I was thinking about this in the shower this morning. That's what it feels like this shower cream makes me smell like. A bushy herb. Or at least, a plant. Until looking that up, the closest I could come up with was one of those cedar air fresheners you hang in your closet.

It's an on fragrance to have emanating off your body, I think, but it's still pleasant.

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Shobhit often asks if he'll get a point on the next Social Review for something, but somehow last night after work it never came up: he walked from home, and I walked from work, and we met at Whole Foods, mostly because of his genuine obsession with coupons. He had two Chinook Book coupons for Whole Foods, and decided we should make use of them to get our dinner: the free slice of pizza, and a burrito to make the bulk of the $10 we needed to spend in order to get a free dozen eggs. The burrito was supposed to be $8 but we were charged $7, almost becoming the first instance in which Shobhit got annoyed by being under-charged -- because it could have barely made us fall short of meeting that $10 threshold. But we did, and we got the free eggs.

And then we walked home together from there. So, this is what makes a gray area for my self-imposed rules for gaining a point on the Social Review: I generally grant one for going on walks, but never do for just going shopping or running errands. In this case, we were shopping and running an errand, but by going on a walk. I decided he'd get the point because we also went there for dinner, which is almost like going out for dinner. Although we didn't eat until we got back home, but still. Whatever. Shobhit will be #1 on the next list regardless.

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So I ate half the slice of pizza and half the burrito (with vegetables and tofu, and it was surprisingly tasty) while I watched episodes 2-6, and thereby finished, season four of Please Like Me, the wonderful Australian series Tommy got me into, on Hulu. I had been so impressed particularly with season 3 (seasons 1 and 2 were good; season 3 pushed it up to great), and season 4 was just as good, if disappointingly shorter by 4 episodes.

I do wonder if there will even be any more seasons after this, given the brutally sad tragedy of the penultimate episode. It even made me cry, which is rare for a TV show. Shobhit saw me wiping my face and said, "Crying?" I said, "A little." And then, that episode ended up serving as a brilliant build-up to a genuinely hilarious season finale -- I had to text Tommy and tell him I can't remember the last time a TV show made me laugh so hard. It had at least two gags that had me literally slapping my knee and/or clapping and doubling over in laugher; in one case I had to rewind so I could miss the subsequent dialogue I could not hear over my own laughter.

Then I went to bed. And once again, Shobhit came with me, to read. This is historically unusual. I think maybe his being unemployed with even more time on his hands than he had in L.A. has moved him toward this plethora of library books he's into right now. But he even turned off the light and went to sleep before I did, which is very unusual. I was reading the latest Entertainment Weekly, by necessity a tribute issue to three hugely famous people who died at the very end of 2016: George Michael; Debbie Reynolds; Carrie Fisher. Their profiles were presented in the reverse of that order. Apparently they issued alternate covers featuring all three; I'm happy the one I received in the mail had Carrie, dressed as Princess Leia, on the cover.

I decided I need to see more Debbie Reynolds movies. Singin' in the Rain is actually the only one of her movies I have ever seen. I put both that and The Unsinkable Molly Brown in my Netflix DVD queue. Apparently that was her own favorite of her roles.

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