lovely day
May. 26th, 2005 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I don't want to work today. Bah.
It's so nice out. I have until 2, at least. I should probably get up and get cracking.
Al's bloating has really gone down, and his scales aren't sticking out much at all. But he won't eat. I'm worried he's only so small now because he's emaciated. (Not that I can tell.) He hasn't eaten in about a week now. I put food in, he looks at it, he knows what it is, and he doesn't open his mouth. I know bettas can go two weeks or more without eating, but I don't exactly want to bet on it.
But the scales are almost lying flat again, so he doesn't look quite so horrible. He also looks less pissed now that he's not all spiky like a mad cat.
He still acts the same though. I woke him up this morning and he went tearing around the bowl like he wanted to kill me. Which is vintage Al.
We gotta go to the pet store and get the other fishes a new filter cartridge. I might ask the pet store guy for advice, but I doubt he'll have anything to say.
Edited to add: Dreams I had last night.
I only ever remember fragments of dreams.
1) Al's scales were sticking out in clumps like he was a mad cat that'd been rained on. He was talking to me, or something. Don't remember. Was less hideous than it sounds. Dave was laughing.
2) In real life the neighbor over the fence to the south has set up a bunch of little pots and has a flat of pe-- er, the ones that aren't pansies and aren't peonies. petunias? sitting in the driveway. I dreamed I just went over her fence and started planting them for her. she came out on her way somewhere and we exchanged pleasantries. Then she turned around and came back and was like, "Are you planting my flowers?"
"No," I said, and gestured feebly at the chain-link fence. "I'm weeding the fence." Never mind that I had a petunia in my hand.
"Oh, ok," she said.
At this point she had dreadlocks. Then I joined a party in her shed (she doesn't have a shed) wherein her grandmother gave me sage life advice.
I don't remember any more.
It's so nice out. I have until 2, at least. I should probably get up and get cracking.
Al's bloating has really gone down, and his scales aren't sticking out much at all. But he won't eat. I'm worried he's only so small now because he's emaciated. (Not that I can tell.) He hasn't eaten in about a week now. I put food in, he looks at it, he knows what it is, and he doesn't open his mouth. I know bettas can go two weeks or more without eating, but I don't exactly want to bet on it.
But the scales are almost lying flat again, so he doesn't look quite so horrible. He also looks less pissed now that he's not all spiky like a mad cat.
He still acts the same though. I woke him up this morning and he went tearing around the bowl like he wanted to kill me. Which is vintage Al.
We gotta go to the pet store and get the other fishes a new filter cartridge. I might ask the pet store guy for advice, but I doubt he'll have anything to say.
Edited to add: Dreams I had last night.
I only ever remember fragments of dreams.
1) Al's scales were sticking out in clumps like he was a mad cat that'd been rained on. He was talking to me, or something. Don't remember. Was less hideous than it sounds. Dave was laughing.
2) In real life the neighbor over the fence to the south has set up a bunch of little pots and has a flat of pe-- er, the ones that aren't pansies and aren't peonies. petunias? sitting in the driveway. I dreamed I just went over her fence and started planting them for her. she came out on her way somewhere and we exchanged pleasantries. Then she turned around and came back and was like, "Are you planting my flowers?"
"No," I said, and gestured feebly at the chain-link fence. "I'm weeding the fence." Never mind that I had a petunia in my hand.
"Oh, ok," she said.
At this point she had dreadlocks. Then I joined a party in her shed (she doesn't have a shed) wherein her grandmother gave me sage life advice.
I don't remember any more.
