My goldfish died...

Aug 12, 2005 11:41

I am having such a crappy, stressful week. I'm panicking about moving out, and how I'm going to manage 18 credit hours, and whether or not I have everything I need, and whether or not my roomate will like me, and if ten minutes is enough time to get from the Vis. Arts Building to the engineering building for math, and how I'm going to make my relationship with Robert work when he's no longer just down the block, and whether or not he even cares if we make it work out. (Tried to bring that up with him and just ended up crying and clingy, so on top of everything else I have to worry about him thinking I'm completely out of my mind.)

Usually I talk to my goldfish about this stuff, and they just hang out in the front of their bowl and act surprisingly attentive. They help me work things out. Except I BORED JOB TO DEATH with my problems. I'm a terrible person.

Stupid fish. Just one more week and he could have had a new tank in a new room and he could have helped me with homework troubles. Plus I'm worried that Emilio is going to be sad, even though he probably already forgot he ever had a tank-mate, what with his little goldfish brain. If he can hang in there until I get to college, then I can buy him a new friend, but the new friend still won't be Job. I rescued that fish from an evil scientist in Chemistry, junior year... We had some good times.
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