To continue in the tradition of living the Belle and Sebastian songs, I faked a limp for the week, as per "PocketBook Angel". After a week of recovery from the dear parting of my appendix, I had to return to my temp office job on Monday. Although most of the employees and I usually ignore each other, that day everyone wanted to talk to me about the surgery. However, on Tuesday I had lost the post-op appeal. In an attempt to become popular again I faked a slight limp; well, I _did_ still have a pain in my side from an incision. However, I forgot which leg to put my weight on and started to put it on both. The result was a walk that resembled a drunken stumble. This did not win me any more sought-after sympathy. Now my co-workers and I have fallen back into the much more comfortable socializing of murmuring hello as we pass in the halls. One of my cats has a limp; I am studying her movements now. So, instead of a drunken stupor-walk, I will be successfully limping soon. . . on all fours though. Often I am jealous of the cats when they lay in a pool of sunshine that steals in through the windows. Living and loving Matthew ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------