Fish & Pop

Taylor died last night. He was stuck to the filter when I got home. I unplugged the filter as fast as I could, hoping he was still alive, but no luck. I buried him by Scooter and Ivan.

Fitzgerald is really the only fish who is still not looking the greatest...and not that I should play favorites, but Fitzgerald is my favorite. He was the first fish I picked out. I was talking to Ernie last night, and I said, "You know I love all of my fish...but it's just...", and Ernie said, "He's the Fitz!"

Exactly. See, even Ernie feels that way.

Fitz shocked us both last night by going inside the pirate ship. We always thought he was too big to fit in there! When Ernie told me he was in there and was yelling for me to come look, I just told him to shut up and called him a liar (I know, I'm such a sweetheart). I finally went over and sure enough, he was in the ship! It kind of made me nervous though, because...you know how sometimes animals pick a place to go die? Yeah... Jasper (aka Mini-Fitz) stuck close to him, floating by one of the ship entrances. They're best friends. Fitz was out of the ship this morning and was right at the top of the tank when he knew it was feeding time. He went back in the ship when he was done, but he came back out before I left for work. He still has ich on him.

Not only does the air conditioning not work in my car, but that stupid brake light came on again! Just what I needed!

Ernie made it a point to tell me this morning that I drink too much pop. Whatever. I usually have a can of Diet Pepsi or Diet Coke at work and then another one at home. Last night, I had a third can though, so I guess that seemed like overload. He drinks regular pop (usually 2 cans a day) and says the artificial sweeteners are worse for me than the sugar he drinks, which always drives me insane, even though I don't know who is right. Anyway...as I said...whatever. I don't drink coffee, I rarely drink alcohol, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs...if I want a Diet Pepsi, I'm having a Diet Pepsi. Oh, and if anybody wants to weigh on on the great Regular Pop vs. Diet Pop debate, go for it.

I feel extra grouchy about everything. Probably because I'm worried about the fish though.

I'd say that I can't wait until this week is over, but I have a stupid doctor's appointment Monday. That's bad enough, but my doctor that I loved oh so much left the practice, so I have some new person. Oh, joy.

I think this is the worst mood I've been in in a long time.