Thar she blows!
"Holy crap!" I thought. "I'm starting to look just like one of the stars of one of my favorite TV shows!"
Who, you ask? Evangeline Lilly, perhaps? A Desperate Housewife, maybe?
Um, yeah...not so much.
Rather, my flabby, pasty figure is frighteningly reminiscent of none other than Toot Braunstein.
It might be time to buy a Bowflex.
But hey, I should get some great exercise carrying an intoxicated gay man or two up Christopher Street in a gahddamn blizzard tomorrow night. It's a start.