I’m not sure why I woke up at 4 in the morning. But here we are.
It’s a busy week for me. Starting on the loss of my beloved rescue fish. But I have several interviews to look forward tonight (seriously, one at 5 p.m., one at 6 p.m. and a final one at 7 p.m.) that will hopefully, hopefully, result in a job. I’m also at a point of actually digging myself out of the depression bit I was buried in for the past month and a half or so. Which is excellent. I’m starting to go down in weight again, I’m actually getting my living area cleaned up. I’ve found my next goal purchase item that will hopefully help consolidate more space in my cramped room. And the temperature is going down again, which will overall just help with everything.
I’m really sad about my fish though. I loved that jerk. And he was something that I don’t think many people get to say. Raymundo was a rescue fish.
After one of the most horrific dentist visits ever (90 minutes on a single wisdom tooth extraction), I had to go to CVS to fulfill my desperately needed pain killer prescription. I was in and out of the store in maybe 15 minutes. If that. It was probably more like 10. But when I came back out, I discovered someone had left a Starbucks drink, a squeaky cow toy, and this white betta fish. I asked around and waited to see if anyone would come to claim him. But no one did. So I had this fish now. And thankfully a tank.
I don’t know if he was ever in the best health. I don’t know if he was old or young or just in this state of existence for him. He was in a Petco cup when I found him, and the Petco said he was at least the right fish but they didn’t want him back. I liked taking care of him.
So. Yeah. Picture is of Raymundo the night I found him.
Now it’s time to get ready and drive ALL over Los Angeles county.
Shpunkey 