No one at the house.
I'm alone and I'm not sure what to do with myself. I feel like shit physically, I'm not really awake yet, but I feel like I should maybe use this alone time constructively.
But I don't think there's anything for it.
I've been pretty hardcore feeling the love lately. And that's such a good good thing. As long as I can keep the levels the same in the other direction.
Which is dubious because, in usual Holly fashion, I've no faith in myself.
Well, not in a lot of things about myself anyway.
I'm a lil grumpy because I don't feel good.
I keep picturing myself breaking off the legs of my little taxidermy frog.
If nothing else it would probably answer wether or not the fucking thing is actually real or not. it was too damned weird *not* to buy. But the question of its authenticity has been raised more than once. It could be just a very weird fake frog standing on its hind legs.
But I'd like to think that it was a real one. Maybe a pet. And someone felt the need to immortalize it like this. Lil arms out in different positions.. seemingly standing with one hip cocked out... kinda looks like it's throwing a gang symbol, to be honest..
I think I should sip a lil coffee.