Paul is out having a smoke. I am left alone to write. I need to shower; I showered this morning, but I like to feel clean at all times. Paul is very sweet, and he would not mind if I were dirty. However, I would feel self-concscious going to bed with Paul with a body that is less than clean. After all, he just changed the sheets. And I know that Asians like good hygiene. I must be clean or Paul will ban me to the sofa. He has a kimche cooler next the sofa, and I would have to sleep next to a cooler full of pickled cabbage. Paul likes pickled cabbage. Anyway, I am going to shower now.