Feeding Time

When I was little I had an angel fish, creatively named Angel, that would eat out of my hand. I would hold a flake at the surface of the water, and it would swim up and get it.  We're training the fish to do the same thing.  Swarley has it down, mainly because he's greedy.  Fitz nibbled at the flake once, but mostly he doesn't even realize it's feeding time until after Swarley has eaten all the food.  Hopefully he'll get the feeding schedule down before he starves.  

Fitz and Swarley

I bought two little orange guppies today. I can't afford to have a real pet like a dog or a cat. Also I'm really bad at taking care of things, so every time I get the urge for a pet I buy a fish.  Either it flourishes and my need for a pet is satisfied, or it does not and I feel so guilty I realize I am not capable of caring for a pet. 

I did my research this time though. I bought a water testing kit and everything. Hopefully, for the sakes of Fitz and Swarley I'm better at caring for a fish than I was in my college dorm room. Having sinks in my house should help, instead of cleaning the tank in the communal utility closet.

Anyway, I'm enjoying watching them zip around the tank, trying to figure out what the heck just happened to them.

Please form line here

Lines make me anxious. I've never been sure why.  Maybe it's because I'm afraid people will be watching me while I stand there. Maybe it's because I'm afraid my friends will get out of line first and leave me behind. Maybe I'm afraid that I'll get stuck next to someone that tries to talk to me, and I won't know what to say and feel awkward. The irony is that I start to feel awkward that I might start feeling awkward. Senior year of high school I had a small bag of goldfish crackers and a V8 splash for lunch everyday. Other people thought I was anorexic. Really I just have weird phobias. This continued through college, where I ate a lot of salads because no one else was in that line. If only this quirk always made me healthier. The other day I made a special effort to go to the gym. I wore exercise clothes to class, which I hate doing, but I was determined. I got to the gym only to discover a long line waiting for the treadmills and bikes, and I turned around and left.