"lovin' it up till i hit the ground" -- aerosmith

two weeks ago i almost lost my life when the elevator i was in plummeted three whole floors at record speed. after my heart returned to a semi-normal pace, i called 911 from the elevator phone.

yesterday, while in the same elevator, i had a flashback to my childhood. when riding elevators as a kid, i used to jump (and instruct others to jump) as the elevator arrived at the appropriate floor. alone in the elevator yesterday, i dared myself to jump upon arrival... i chickened out. blame it on the traumatic experience two weeks ago.

mexico.

i can't create coherent thoughts in my head let alone create a new post for this blog you're reading. i come here some days hoping a new post will have written itself, and rarely do i have inspiration to write about something as was the case previously. my life, it seems, consists of daily attempts to simply make it through the day. and, while that sounds seemingly normal, i assure you that my day-to-day is anything but normal.

i think i want to move to mexico and hold orphaned babies all day long. come with me.