I killed my fish. It was, of course, inadvertent. Evidently I subjected him to temperature shock. Poor Almond. As Christy reminded me, at least David gave a nice speech. It was a good eulogy. I must focus on the good times we had. Everyone liked his name. Poor little Almond. Mealtimes will be bereft of his warm (OBVIOUSLY not literally) companionship. It is so tragic!! Poor little Almond. I think I said that already.
And I had to drink a bunch of sugar water for a psychology lab, so my stomach feels strange. Alas.
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