Bits and Pieces
My fish died last night. He was rallying so well in his battle with the ick -- he was starting to swim more and be more active. And then last night Hilary found him at the bottom of the bowl, half under a plant. I try to take comfort in the fact that he still had a better life in the 7 months he spent here in his gigantic bowl than he did in a cup on the shelf in PetSmart. Still, I think I'm done with fish for a bit.
Secondly, if you use Plurk or Twitter, add me.
Plurk: Syncopated_Time
Twitter: jessicalynn
Thirdly, I am incredibly rusty at paganism and for this I am ashamed.
Fourthly, I would really like to be able to eat something, anything, without feeling sick to my stomach.
Fifthly, buy my PS2 stuff, my BPAL, and give me your addresses.
Sixthly, I really, really need a job. Or a reliable distraction.
Seventhly, help my dragons.
Secondly, if you use Plurk or Twitter, add me.
Plurk: Syncopated_Time
Twitter: jessicalynn
Thirdly, I am incredibly rusty at paganism and for this I am ashamed.
Fourthly, I would really like to be able to eat something, anything, without feeling sick to my stomach.
Fifthly, buy my PS2 stuff, my BPAL, and give me your addresses.
Sixthly, I really, really need a job. Or a reliable distraction.
Seventhly, help my dragons.