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As I was walking home this afternoon from the subway to catch a few hours of nap before my first class this evening, a young man of completely normal appearance stopped me with an, "Excuse me."

"Yes?"

"You look voluptuous and heavy," he said pleasantly.

"Pardon?"

"You look voluptuous and heavy."

I shook my head. "I look... voluptuous and heavy?"

"Yes."

"And you felt the need to stop me and tell me that?"

"Yes." In that same mild, pleasant tone.

"Okay. Goodbye." And I walked on.

That's the fun thing about living on Roosevelt Island. You never know what manner of patient you'll run into. Usually it's the legless guys on gurneys, but once in awhile you'll come across the truly strange character. We are famous for housing a variety of long-term psychiatric facilities, you know.

In other news, my mother returned from the Shakespeare festival in Stratford, Ontario with a present for me: a poster of Bruce McCulloch dressed as a cowgirl, advertising the 11th annual "High Performance Rodeo" at "The Big Secret Theatre", Jan. 6-26, 1997. I recognize Bruce's "Slightly Bigger Cities". The only other name I recognize is Frank Van Keekan ("Spout"). I'm amused at this thoughtful gift, which was presented rather sheepishly, as my mother is familiar with my mixed feelings towards Mr McCulloch. I'll keep it, of course, but it seems such an odd poster for me to display, doesn't it? (She said she looked for a Mark-in-"Fully Committed" poster, but there were none.)

Voluptuous and heavy, voluptuous and heavy, volutptuous and heavy. And I thought I looked kind of good in this blouse. Voluptuous and heavy, voluptuous and heavy.

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