Junie’s first Christmas!
I think I need to start a secret side blog where I can write about all of the little things my fish constantly does to make me think she’s about to die because I have been spending a LOT of time at my desk lately aka spending a LOT of time watching her and it’s all I ever want to post about.
Tonight, for example, she has taken to swimming on her side. Horrifying.
I wish I could excuse singing James Blunt to my fish as finals week stress, but really, its just another day
This morning I had one of those third person out-of-body experiences during which I realized I was staring blank-faced at my fish tank chanting “juniebug” over and over
Had a dream my old riding instructor killed my fish and it’s the hardest I’ve dream cried in ages
Glad to know my priorities, I guess.