F*CK

Sep 22, 2008 15:13

One of the cats just threw up all over my bed (the air mattress on the floor). I have to wait until Mom's clothes finish going through their cycle in order to put my sheets in. Dammit. I am really pissed.

The puking happened while I was distracted with Fishie (a.k.a. Arcturus). He's looking depressed, or sick - but since he's dark, I can't tell about the green around the gills (my best version of fish humor). I cleaned his tank, and he's now at least not floating in one corner. I've already had him for a year. I know most bettas don't last more than 2, but still. I don't want him to go just yet. Here is picture of Fish in his old tank, taken by Heather a long time ago:


He now lives in a large tank with a bubbling filter, but the same lame greenery. But he likes to sleep in them, so I kept them.

Mom's getting cranky. Her interview for the nurse manager position for her unit (basically she'd be the nurse in charge of all the other nurses on the unit - a big deal and a big promotion) is tomorrow. She's really really nervous, so she's very snippy today. Which is fine, and I understand it, but I wish she would have told me first. She doesn't seem to realize that she's taking everything I say with a nasty tinge that I do not mean at all. At least now I know why she's being snippy, and can stay out of her way and say really neutral things until tomorrow.

mom, fish, cats

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