the couch coaster's existential detour

i was sitting here,Pizza box,news torches, scrolling through worthless highlights. not exactly relaxing, more like screaming into static. my cat staged a mutiny nearby, stealing my crumbly snack. thinking about grass roots, maybe digging? or just escaping? this place tickles toes while demanding attention. somewhere else needs making sense. cheap? expensive? who cares? i just need wind.