ostridge

i'm toying with the idea of getting fish. i'm not quite serious about it yet, but it's in the back of my mind. i've had fish in the past. countless fish actually. i even had guppies that had babies, they were fun. my last two lived almost a year, until they met their untimely and tragic deaths. it was quite sad, and yet a kind of funny. but i might just be me, i find most things inappropriately funny.

i'm enjoying the state of things. aside from my irrevocable guilt for not having enough time/energy for everything/eveyone. in a way, i feel a new level of adjustment. i'm not bursting to talk or communicate like i used to. it's almost as though i've grown really used to being on my own or something. but it might just be the fact that i'm just to tired for tale telling. it's definitely not that i don't have stuff on the brain, because i've got plenty floating around in my noggin.

i bought a plant today. for inside.

i'd kind of like a fish bowl at work. i'd do it too if it wasn't for the fact that cleaning it might be a hassle. but i could clean it after work in the washroom. maybe that's something i should consider more seriously.

i can give you life, i can take it away.