i held a toad, i cried in public

reflections on herp class and getting emotional

I’ve gotten really emotional lately on several occasions. Maybe it’s autumn, with all its visible endings, and the way our necks crane toward death in every direction, that pushes me to this edge. Or maybe it’s the lack of calendar-appropriate weather, which is kind of like a greasy residue that makes every other bummer a little more bummery.(Today? 75 …