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dragonlady7Party was lovely. Enjoyed seeing everyone. Agreed once again we need to hang out more. Doubt whether any more will come of it than of the last time we said we ought to hang out more.
Some very manly turkey-frying went on. Fun was had by all. Oil took for fugginever to heat up. What's up with that?
We have over half a turkey remaining. I need to think of what to do with all the damn leftovers. We also have an entire kitchen full of dishes. Oh well.
We did succeed in giving away our four spare jalapeno pepper plants as party favors. We stuck them in pots. I don't know how big they get. They might survive, in a pot. Shrug. We'll see!
Tomorrow we have A Day Off. Dave called the prerecorded message thing and it said they don't need him for jury duty tomorrow, so we can like hang out and stuff. Might go bike riding-- that'd be fun. Ceptin' it's sposed to be cold again and possibly rainy. Bah.
Nice to have a cleaned house. Wish I was a better housekeeper.
Al is acting like he's not sick, and is being active and swimming around. But he remains swollen, and his scales are still sticking out like a pinecone. He also is still not eating. I know bettas can go for weeks without eating if they must, so it's not like he'll starve, but still. He looks like hell, but seems to be trying to act normal, which is a change from the lethargy-- it's just a bit baffling. I dunno; the antibiotics are over as of tomorrow. Maybe we'll try salt water. I'm reluctant to risk it but I can't tell whether he's distressed but can't imagine he's comfortable. I mean, betta fish aren't supposed to look like those spiney blow-up fish. Bah. Stupid dropsy. Al is getting to the point where he's starting to roll his eyes at me when I stick my head over the bowl to look in on him. "What, you again? Sheesh. Go away already." He hates me more than anything, as I've observed on several occasions now.
Oh, we went out briefly to a coffee shop with Corey and I was reading the local alternative weekly paper and noticed this whole section for the gay community, and felt really jealous-- there were all kinds of things, like a bike-riding club, a choir, a band, outing clubs and the like-- all kinds of social groups and so on for gay people. I felt kinda jealous. I was wondering, what if I wanted to join? Would I have to pretend I was gay? Maybe if I convinced Dave to wear a skirt?
I'm kidding, sort of. I do get it. I just thought it was kind of funny. "Aw man," I said, "if I were gay I'd have way more friends."
Some very manly turkey-frying went on. Fun was had by all. Oil took for fugginever to heat up. What's up with that?
We have over half a turkey remaining. I need to think of what to do with all the damn leftovers. We also have an entire kitchen full of dishes. Oh well.
We did succeed in giving away our four spare jalapeno pepper plants as party favors. We stuck them in pots. I don't know how big they get. They might survive, in a pot. Shrug. We'll see!
Tomorrow we have A Day Off. Dave called the prerecorded message thing and it said they don't need him for jury duty tomorrow, so we can like hang out and stuff. Might go bike riding-- that'd be fun. Ceptin' it's sposed to be cold again and possibly rainy. Bah.
Nice to have a cleaned house. Wish I was a better housekeeper.
Al is acting like he's not sick, and is being active and swimming around. But he remains swollen, and his scales are still sticking out like a pinecone. He also is still not eating. I know bettas can go for weeks without eating if they must, so it's not like he'll starve, but still. He looks like hell, but seems to be trying to act normal, which is a change from the lethargy-- it's just a bit baffling. I dunno; the antibiotics are over as of tomorrow. Maybe we'll try salt water. I'm reluctant to risk it but I can't tell whether he's distressed but can't imagine he's comfortable. I mean, betta fish aren't supposed to look like those spiney blow-up fish. Bah. Stupid dropsy. Al is getting to the point where he's starting to roll his eyes at me when I stick my head over the bowl to look in on him. "What, you again? Sheesh. Go away already." He hates me more than anything, as I've observed on several occasions now.
Oh, we went out briefly to a coffee shop with Corey and I was reading the local alternative weekly paper and noticed this whole section for the gay community, and felt really jealous-- there were all kinds of things, like a bike-riding club, a choir, a band, outing clubs and the like-- all kinds of social groups and so on for gay people. I felt kinda jealous. I was wondering, what if I wanted to join? Would I have to pretend I was gay? Maybe if I convinced Dave to wear a skirt?
I'm kidding, sort of. I do get it. I just thought it was kind of funny. "Aw man," I said, "if I were gay I'd have way more friends."
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