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I bought a new scale. I had become frustrated with the old one's whismical attitude towards my weight. I was sick of being told I had gained five pounds between bedtime and getting up in the morning, a feat that seemingly defied the laws of thermodynamics. I had come to wonder if I was not some sort of fat-alchemist, turning the otherwise indolent oxygen so prominent in the atmosphere of my home into body weight overnight. I have also been on a kind of half-assed diet all summer. Yet my scale informed me that I was gaining weight. So I upgraded to a whole-assed diet, and the scale still continued to inform me that I was gaining weight, even though I've been living off nothing more substantial than gazpacho, yogurt, and fading dreams for a couple of weeks.
Still, I probably would have soldiered on in this manner indefinitely, had I not mentioned the problem to a friend of mine who said, "Yeah, your scale is all fucked up. I weighed myself on it when I was at your house two weeks ago and it told me I weighed eight pounds more than I've ever weighed in my entire life."
So I trekked out to the Bed Bath and Beyond yesterday and picked up a new scale. And voila, I am instantly lighter! I have altered gravity! Ha ha!
In other weekendly news, I have played muchly with the oranges poems, and produced 10 copies of the indian summer mix CD. Whee!
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