Today I went to a place called Doctor Fish Cafe. Basically you stick your feet in a pool filled with doctor fish. The fish see your feet and eat the dead skin off of them. Thinking about it totally freaks me out but at the same time wow, they were going to town. I must have troll feet. Seeing (and feeling-it only just tickles slightly) those little dudes munch on my epidermis has made me a bit paranoid and I feel my entire body needs de-dead-skinning. There are resort spas outside of Seoul where I've read you can immerse your entire body in a pool of doctor fish but the feet experience was enough for me. It's incredibly creepy to be EATEN ALIVE! Or, um, for one's dead skin to be eaten, uh, dead, but I can't imagine if those little dudes were all over my body. I'm not remotely squeamish but I've been obssessed with this whole "Amy as food" business for years. It's creepy, but also, it's awesome.

I've only been here for about two days but I can feel myself decompressing from all the crap that's gone on for the past two weeks. I can feel my brain gaining a fair amount of distance and I'm almost starting to feel like myself again. It's about fucking time. Two weeks may not be very long in the grand plan of my life but it's felt like forever since I felt good about anything.