I’m feeling more human today, and thank God. It’s been a horrible month. I’m giving careful consideration to going on the pill, because my hormones are driving me crazy. I’m not on my period right now. Rather, I’m ovulating. And you know what? It’s just as bad. Die, hormones, die!
I woke up as my dad was coming home. He said he approached a man who was campaigning for Joe Biden and asked him why he was voting for Biden, and the man told him to [bleep] off. Knowing my dad, he was looking for a friendly exchange where they could explore different schools of thought together. My dad’s a very nice person and doesn’t deserve that, so I went to find the campaigner and tell him off. Lucky for him, he’d already left the busy corner we live on. I was disappointed. Fill me with hormones and point me in the right direction, I say, because I’m ready to let loose.
Oh well. Maybe next time.
I’m feeling more clear-headed as well. Maybe in a few days I’ll even be ready to do stuff again. Cleaning, woodworking, writing… Oh, and I bought new fishies for the tank. Now there are six new ones and three old ones.
Also, the guy at the pet store said my aquarium water was in great shape, so that made me feel good. I’ve worked hard on it.
The fishies are all getting to know each other today! What fun! But Little Green Baby Fish got trapped by the huge plastic plant I had in there, so I took it out. I think my fast actions saved him. He was trapped and immobile between the plant and the wall of the tank. He seems fine now. I replaced the huge green plant with some smaller ones.
Sadly, my blue fish (who cost five times as much to be blue instead of white) doesn’t look very blue. I’ve chosen to love him anyway.
I guess events conspired to make me feel good about myself. The young woman at the pet store said, “That’ll be twelve dollars and sixty-six cents,” and I said, “Oh, no, it should be much more than that.” Go Meg, points for honesty. It was $38.10. She seemed embarrassed (which I felt bad about), but that’s far preferable to her getting in trouble or getting fired.
The new pink fishy and the new purple fishy are both really big! Little plumpies. Some of the new white ones are tiny babies. They all seem to be playing nicely, but I’m not an expert yet on fish behavior/aggression.
Wow, I’m not used to all the activity in the tank! This is the most fishies I’ve had at once! I bet it’ll be a real feeding frenzy when I feed them later!
I’ve been working on my outline for my upcoming 3-day novella event. I’ve got the story mostly in my head, which is great. It’ll come down to execution, character development, comedy, and having a large supply of candy onhand. Like I did last year, I intend to go to the local candy shop and buy a huge basket of candy. This place (assuming it’s still there–I hope it is) has a candy-grab system. You get a bag and buy a few pieces of whichever candies you want. For adults, it’s the closest we can get to trick-or-treating if we don’t have children of our own to take each year. They also have the candy walk at the Kentucky State Fair, which is similar in concept, but this year visitors won’t be allowed to attend the fair, which will make it an unfair unfair. (That pun makes sense in my head.)
Anyway, right, candy. Candy!!
That’s what I got at the fair three years ago, but it doesn’t include what got eaten in the car.
When I came home with the fishies earlier today, I had them in a tall paper bag which covered their plastic baggie. My dad looked at the paper bag and said, “Oh, good, you’ve finally gotten yourself something to eat.”
And I was just like no, just no.
In amazing news, I feel that I’m no longer in love with the married man, and I’m very happy about this for a million different reasons. Thank God!
In bad news, I went to the grocery store and bought some bad chicken. [Shaking my head. It’s disgusting.]
So to recap, we have the unfair unfair, foul fowl, and edible pets in a bag. YAY! My life is back to normal!