The Cure

No, not the black haired, red lipsticked forerunners of goth (where did "Friday I'm in Love" come from? It seems a little too upbeat for Mr. Pasty Face Robert Smith).

I'm talking about a cure for the blues.



Apparently it involves one gigantic soaking tub, gallons of super hot water, yummy smelling bubbles, dimmed lights and your laptop set up on a TV tray so you can watch all the episodes of Top Chef you missed this season while you soak.