Oh I’m in love with a big blue frog, a big blue frog loves me. Ribbet ribbet ribbet.
That’s what’s going on in my head. I’m tired and thinky. But mostly tired. I have boys on my mind, per usual and am a little stressed.
Musical cast lists go up tomorrow. If I didn’t make it then I might just need to give up on singing forever.
Why am I not good at the things I love? Writing, singing, playing the piano, acting. I’m not God awful at any of those things, but I’m just not that good at them.