Oh,
my poor blog. It has become a shadow of its former self. To those of you who
still check it, thank you. Also, get a life.
JK,
I love you, Mom!
So
John called me the other night at midnight:
Sam:
Hey.
John:
Sam, I’m so upset.
Sam:
Why?
John:
I killed my fish.
Sam:
Oh my gosh, what happened?
John:
Well, I had this little fake tree in the fish bowl for him to swim around and
play with, and I decided I needed to clean it. So while I was changing his
water, I washed the tree with dishwashing soap. I thought I rinsed it
thoroughly but when I put it in the bowl, I saw suds float to the top of the
water.
Sam:
Oh my gosh.
John: Then I saw him eat the suds.
Sam:
Oh my gosh.
John:
I know. I killed my fish. I feel horrible.
Sam:
I’m so sorry. That’s awful.
John:
I just feel like I let him down.
Sam:
You just need to buy a new fish and take good care of it to honor Kahlua’s
memory.
John:
Yeah, I’m going to buy a new one soon.
Poor
John. He’s really a nice person. Don’t judge him for killing his fish.
Speaking
of killing stuff, I killed a spider today. I think the worst part of living
alone/with one girl roommate is that I don’t have anyone to kill spiders. My
roommate wasn’t even home today to share in my horror. I had to swat at this
huge, menacing spider with my shoe to get it away from the wall, then it started
frantically scurrying around while I yelled at it. Eventually I smashed it, and
then I came to the sad realization that I would have to clean its guts off the
floor. The whole experience was totally horrifying.
Sadly,
though, this was the highlight of my day. Otherwise, I just studied. I also ate
four cookies and then decided five would be too many. I’m really looking
forward to tomorrow so I can eat four more cookies.
Don’t
go to law school.
