this was a day of fish and wishes.

the fish involving the tank
and the wishes involvong the topic of the tt feeling better. such a sad sad boy...and the last few months...*sigh* there are seldom reasons for such things, months and month of tears. when there are reasons it is easier, methinks.
when there are no reasons for misery...it is, well, misery.

when i am sad and hopeless, at lest i know where the problems lie...but with the tt...*sigh*

there is so much left to learn. we are at this moment playing noonrlivrsforever and kill kill. everything so fun and perfect.

yes.

well...

i suppose so.

i miss his body...and sweat...but time heals all wounds, or something or other...and this is not a relationship problem (as it is proclaimed), so patience and love and support and kisses and kitties are what i can offer to help and hold him.

today i feel like death...dying and rotting and corps-ing.

not only helpless because of this cast and crutches...but also these emotions.

tonight, alcohol and i are getting along quite well.

we have fish now...cat fish (kittyfish!) and tetras and swordtails, ...starters really. i expect a half survival rate for the first few batches until the water is properly seasoned and such...but such is the way.

i suppose it is a bad idea to let the fish-store-people in on the fact that i wish to have wild america diningroom...eat or be eaten, kill or be killed.

*grin*