Letters from the Equator

I have this odd desire to walk upside down from ceilings. I don’t know where that came from. Maybe it’s because I like having the feeling of blood rushing through my head. I don’t get enough exercise, so I tend to get a bit lethargic during the day. Coupled with the fact that it hurts if I stand on my head, walking on ceilings seems to be the best compromise.

I could, however, attempt to walk bowed down, but people would just think I’m looking at my butt all the time. Walking upside down on ceilings would be a more pleasant sight to behold.

It’s sort of a nice idea to be estranged from the world once in awhile, to just live my life the way I want it, and not be bothered about other people. It would probably be a shortlived joy, though. I won’t know how long I can stand walking upside down.

I used to have a friend who was really big. Big Andy. Sometimes, he would pick me up by the calves and toss me over his back, like a lumberjack. Andy lives in St. Louis now with his wife. I don’t know what he’s doing. But he’s a likeable guy, so I think he’ll be doing likeable things.

Anyway, I don’t live anywhere near Andy does, and I don’t have friends nearly as big and as nice as him who can pick me up and toss me over like he does, so I’ve been staring at my bedroom ceiling during idling times (especially when my wife is using the computer).

Anyway, this is a supplementary post. I absolutely have nothing to say. I am trying to figure out what is it in me that forbids me to discuss things that I’ve been thinking about all day. Because I think too much, and it’s not good for me. It’s got to come out sometime. The blog is supposed to help me do that.

Will Disney have a full-length upside down ride?