Paul Gadzikowski

Today I'm walking around like a fat man.

"But," you say [see post title], "you are a fat man."

Well, yeah, but I don't ordinarily walk like one: feet spread apart for balance, so that I sway from side to side when I walk. Usually I walk with my feet well under me like normal people, or if I catch myself at the other I correct myself. Today I don't care.

Today I've got the bug qtrhorserider has been fighting for a week and a half. I got out of class last night and my throat was sore. By the time I got home I ached all through my body - a dull ache, not so bad as to be pain, more like a general stiffness but definitely bad enough to be called aching. Today my head is full. They gave us a nice separation package - jobhunting can wait till tomorrow. Or next week.

On the other hand, this may give me an opportunity to doctor the script for Episode VII: The Battle for Coruscant. Or for tomorrow's cartoon for which I don't have anything yet, though yesterday I sure came up with a winner for today at the last minute (on the drive home from class), if I do say so myself. Or maybe I can write down and post the Secret Diary of a Call Girl fanfiction I wrote in my head on the drive home from class. Yeah, who'da thunk that?

When I weighed two thirds of what I weigh now, I knew a big guy who would place his feet wide and sway side to side when he was standing. I don't think of myself as a fat man (unless I catch myself in silhouette in a mirror) and I'm not going to move like one. (Usually.)