Died of a Broken Heater

Lately I've been trying to refresh the place. It all started when my cannibal of an 'angelfish' died last week. Fuckin' right! Normally I wouldn't be so callous, nor so satisfied, when a 'pet' died, but let's face it: This thing killed and ate all the other fish he's lived with for 2 years. On several occasions (1) (2), I have only found parts of fish in my aquarium. So anyway, after eating Blinky just after I got home from the cottage, the angelfish decided to keel over. ("Must've choked on a bone," said Miki.)

I was amazed. I thought that bastard would never die. All his long (for a tropical fish) life, I never thought I'd see the day when he died. And then there he was... wedged under a plastic seaweed plant, done.

Promptly, he was flushed, and the aquarium at long last removed from my room. Today I was able to move stuff around in my room (not without an adventure) and ended up with a long crooked gash on my calf from my bedframe which [Ed. Note: Surprise!!!] was apparently broken off in one part I walked by. Anyway, it barely hurt, which is new for me, and it looks really gross and swollen and bloody and cool! And now my room's all changed around so I get to be totally confused when I wake up in the morning. All-right! Anyway my point is the change is refreshing. Etc. And scars-to-be are cool.

There's a meteor shower out there tonight, but as clear as the sky is in the city tonight, I can't see a thing. If I could though, this would be helpful.