Lately it seems as if every part of my body has been stuffed with lead weights, much of the weights' concentration being on my heart. It didn't seem to matter much at all that vegetables weigh zero to none, the heaviness wouldn't leave me, even my dancing was affected, and sometimes it seemed as if I could hardly lift my legs from the floor, and it was a mere optical illusion that my feet were indeed moving.

Obligation has a way of freezing things over and turning them into deadweight, and feelings of obligation have spread so far as to encompass even my dancing. I realized this when it became apparent to me that though none of my moves had changed technically, they were starting to feel a little forced. Luckily, I was able to remedy the situation before the gravity of it all pulled me flat on my butt. I decided to focus less on developing my leg muscles, and work on my dormant and flabby funny bones instead. I was determined to enjoy yesterday's dancing by thinking only buoyant thoughts, allowing nothing which held a semblance of obligation enter my mind. It worked like a charm, I floated.

It would have put Jordan's Nike Air commercials to shame.