Thinner.

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Yeah.  Shivers for a few... minutes to seconds.  The right as rain in the sun again.  A chill to keep from getting too hot, until it gets too cold.  But no edge is ever crossed too far.  It's an ugly time, if I don't think it'll be that way for long.  Just something trying to live to murder another day... a bug, or poison, or dark will, or even a confused will of light.  Not my will to stay or go, I've arranged that be handled by another, because it is and will be in any case... not just because I decided to attempt to be a humble servant, and then seem to have been invited to be more.  Hrm?  Oh, shut up?  You or me?  Oh, I'm with you.  It just spills out and I am too lazy to clean it up anymore.

Still, I am a bit, sort of, what... punch drunk?  Yeah.  No booze was used in the making of this tale.  Just the remnants of bio or man-made poison.  My body has a powerful way of change things from their intended to my needed... a painkiller, most likely, in this case.  It was the shivers, exhaustion from those, that almost upended me.  Odd.  The pain from that... it's like having your body pull yourself apart.  Hours of it, a day, more?  Still happening, if not to that extent of time or intensity.  Enough breaks, now, to recover, even so.

As to the title?  Yes.  What he said.  Noticeably, much, visibly.  I... thought the belt hoops wouldn't lie.  Though, maybe, I was somehow mistaken.  You know how we can see what we wish.  But the scale denies.  I am 273, only seven pounds off, which shouldn't be visible unless fat is being replaced by muscle at nearly replacement value... which... doesn't seem right.  There are tricks in there, that to a certain class of system... physique... one that muscles a bit too easily... causing stretch marks with simple normal exercise if with a push toward excesses.  Perhaps the heavy things I do have ripples that might not be normal in most?  Dunno.  Do know I've gone down, in the odd way a rolly-polly works, two belt sizes while only losing seven pounds.  There might be a few other options, like losing a twenty pack here and moving it there, but that isn't registering either.  Could be other things.  Isn't cancer, or it would be much more weight loss... most likely.  Wanted to know my diet.  Seafood.  Fish, oyster, seaweed, etc?  No!  See food?  EAT IT!  :)  Hungry.

I have the last batch of dishes going, rice on to which, actually, I will be adding fish *wink* to the steamer basket at the half-way point of cooking the rice.  Then?  Well... after some time to digest, I think I'll be prepping the spare bedroom for my stay... not favored.  The window doesn't support the ac, so I'll have to windtunnel the cool in using fans, and maybe a mocked-up false wall... which won't be terribly efficient.  I have to do something to force something or nothing will be done.  I may be fighting the world with a hand tied behind my back and a serious limp, which means I have to fight smart.  The world, both men and nature, will eat you if they can.  It doesn't matter their wish, it is how things are done.  No crumb must remain.  So either you eat, and show enough strength to resist, and if necessary retreat from the side you definitely don't want eating you, or... prepare to be et.  I choose not to be et, and will make it not so, if I can.  If it takes eating rice and steamed fish.  Bleh.  Butter!

No idea, again, what I really wrote.  If it offended you, though?  Good.  Now get off my damned porch!

Later.