It wasn't a game...
I think that I may have just killed Di and Michael's fish. We would play this game where I would neglect him for a little bit, and he would pretend to be content and swim around as happy as always...he loved it. We would push each other further and gradually the time in between bowl cleaning sessions got longer and longer. I began to think that maybe it wasn't really a game after all, maybe he really was self-sufficient. He wasn't.
This morning he was at the bottom of his little bowl, he wasn't floating the right way up and he was looking pretty wheezy (for a fish). We started the game over once more and I restored his bowl to cleanliness...I hope that he is just playing some sort of practical joke. We will see in the morning.
I went to Charlie's shop opening. Everybody was so trendy. I had to have the "so what are you doing now?" conversation a couple of times which made me feel like a failure. I need to be doing something creative but my mind is blank.
This morning he was at the bottom of his little bowl, he wasn't floating the right way up and he was looking pretty wheezy (for a fish). We started the game over once more and I restored his bowl to cleanliness...I hope that he is just playing some sort of practical joke. We will see in the morning.
I went to Charlie's shop opening. Everybody was so trendy. I had to have the "so what are you doing now?" conversation a couple of times which made me feel like a failure. I need to be doing something creative but my mind is blank.