I want to be filthy, stinky, Brittany rich. Seriously. If for no other reason than to be able to afford a massage therapist to come in every night and massage me to sleep. And then, return in the morning and massage me awake.
*yawns hugely*
Getting over a cold, not enough sleep. 
I’m even too sleepy to really rant about the morons on the road this morning.
I will try to post something with actual substance later.
There's a learning curve.
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I can get on that filthy stinky Brittany rich boat with you. The closest you could come to that currently would be to do regular bikram yoga or use a sauna before rising and waking. Just seems to be the most simillar to me and I use them as much as I can.
Hrm…dry heat, then?
I’d massage you every night
Yay! *does anticipatory dance of joy* 🙂
I’d so do it too.