and life keeps grinding the fuck on

i took the "elevator route" for the first time today

which means i went through the hospital, took the elevator up

from the webster entrance,

and exited through the buchanan entrance

it was boring yet lovely

i've taken to talking to protocol in a weird scottish accent a lot of times

i'm not sure why

but i think he prefers it

maybe he is a european rabbit

he is currently sitting in my lap as i write this

and i thoroughly enjoy that

something i noted as i took my walk

through the park because i had a grande iced coffee

and im hyped as hell so i needed to do something

instead of lazying around my bed:

"he is coming from a part of hell/

where lightning blue eyes don't go down well"

i could do with a vacation i figure

because i think i'm losing little pieces of my brain

(see above)

it's interesting to wonder about all the

little intricacies of life that keep you up

i checked off all the things i wanted to do tonight:

1. get a sombrero

2. drink a lot

3. hang out with my friends

sometimes i find myself thinking about

how i got here and why

and i suppose that is why i am here right now

i think it's a wonderful life that we all live

even if it wasn't the way that you thought it would be

and even if you stumble along the way

in the end i suppose all things happen for a reason

especially those things that don't happen

the empty spaces give us some semblance

of the vast space that we live in

and make us feel good about what we fill in between

now if only i can keep moving forward