I woke up this morning thinking about how much fun it would be to just walk backwards. So that’s what I’ve been doing. At first it was difficult because I couldn’t see where I was going and I walked into the television and it fell over and broke. But then I thought I’d been watching too much TV. Problem solved. Pretty soon I got used to the backwards walking and it got to be normal to me. It’s like I had sensors in my back that said, “Watch out!” and “Turn here” or “Stop.” I’m thinking of entering a backwards running race.
I still don’t have a last name. Though I’ve been trying out last names to see if I can find one I like. Here are some I’ve come up with: Pwout, Wimbecker, Frothstein, Bebeadoo, Wiffwaff. Maybe it’s okay not to have a last name. Having a first name seems like it’s enough. If someone says, “Hey, Fred,” I’m going to say, “Hi!”
I like to hum. Humming is fun because I don’t need words. I get to sing and not have to worry about memorizing any words.