The Fat Man Today

…wherein I fought strong rains, harpy-like ladies (well, lady> ), a bout with the flu, monsters from beyond the deep, and other such nonsense, I return to the world of the active Internet bearing good news.

Normally, I post about the mundane things that happen to me during my everyday life. But not today. Mostly because my day yesterday was spent stressing out on reading and fixing copy that could make your mother cry the copy that my writers sent in. But also in part because of what's going to be happening to the blog tool that we all know and love.

Sorry for the lack of updates yesterday, folks. Had a bout of flu, thanks to the weather, so I decided to take yesterday off, and use the free time to recuperate. No Pakyaw Poetry for yesterday and today, either; I've got a buttload of work to catch up with, so my time isn't really mine as of now.

If there is anything more distasteful than hay fever, that would probably be rain. I like rain, generally. But the thing is, I like rain when I am indoors. I can curl up in a chair with a cup of coffee in hand, and slowly get some work done. Or I can read. If it’s raining at nighttime, and my room isn’t busy turning into a swamp, I can sleep really well. So yes. Generally, I like rain. I do not like rain when I have to run errands.

As was mentioned the other day, last Friday was the day that I was born. Yesterday, meanwhile, was the day we stuffed ourselves silly with cake and lengua pastel.

If there's one thing that I can say I truly hate with a passion, then that thing would probably be blisters. You know, those fluid-filld sacks of skin on a patch of your body after too much friction. Or, if you're an idiot, after pouring hot water on yourself on purpose.

Twenty-eight years ago, today - well, at 3pm today - a legend was born. I am that legend. Heh.