Whoa.

So I'm sitting here behind the desk of the Youth(Wired) department of the San Antonio Public Library, watching the sky through the window because I'm a volunteer in a department with more than enough people already. I do, however, get questions from time to time. So I'm watching the sky, a bird flies by frm time to time, there's this cool window right in front of me. All of a sudden, this child, I'm looking at him right now, can't be more than 10 years old, comes up to me. He stares at me and starts dancing. Dancing's the only word I can think of for it; I think he did push-ups on the ground for a while (I couldn't see him because of the desk, so I'm not sure, but I saw his head pop up every few seconds) and from then on he basically acted like a ballerina for five minutes. He's still doing it, he hasn't looked directly at me since he started, not even when he noticed me start typing about him. No, he looks at inanimate objects, like the middle of the desk or the chair five feet to his left or stuff like that. He's making these thrusting movements from time to time now, I don't want to know where he learned them. All right, he's hitting himself on the chest. Now he ran away.

Thank god. No, no, he's back again.

He hopped up and down a couple of times, trying to kick himself and catch his feet at the same time. He fell over.