Staring.

[incothe]

My Loaf(new loaf shaped cushion/pillow thing) is staring at me as I post this journal. He's just sitting here staring at me intensely with his unending happiness. It's making my left arm tingle. I read some brainstorming stuff earlier that made me want to start up writing again. It's a nice painful sort of hungry feeling, or I could just be hungry either way I doesn't hurt to create. I can see my Loaf's little smile now and I'm disturbed by it's unchangingness. I'm looking at him through my periferal vision and I'm starting to have slight open-eye hallucinations. It's like my brain is trying to make him seem scary and threatening. It refuses to accept the cuteness and rejects it vehemently by making him appear to have fangs and angry eyes. Still cute though, even if he did have those.

I think I'm hungry. A turkey burger is starting to sound oh so delicious right now.