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Apr. 15th, 2006 02:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againI was useless today. Or yesterday. I don't count it as a new day until I've slept anymore, because the whole novelty of the date changing got old really quick. But yesterday technically speaking. Nothing.
Okay, actually something. I bought a loach for my fish tank, a weather loach that has dutifully been named Kermit in keeping with the theme of Muppet names and who has taken to hiding inside the hollow Teasure Island skull, only he's kind of too long so either his head or his tail has to stick out one of the random gaps. I also think my gravel may be too rough for him and I may need to buy finer stuff. Things that should be considered before buying more random aquatic life.
I also did not flinch from the locusts and other assorted bugs today. Even when a lizard ate a cricket in front of me which, ew and gross and did I mention ew? But they had baby iguanas for £30 each. For a baby iguana, I can overcome a bug phobia. I think. *Baby*. *Iguanas*. My mother cooed over the turtles until I offered to buy her one for her birthday and then she quickly pretended not to like them anymore. She'd love one really and they only eat inanimate, none-wriggly, none-creepifying food. Wish I'd realised this a few weeks ago before I already bought her something, and before the father probably bought her something too since the £250+ it would probably take to set up the terrarium is a little beyond me right now. A turtle would probably be her happy-pet, since it wouldn't get hair over all the furniture or wriggle like the loach - which she hates - or move too fast or do anything other than look cute.
It'll never happen. It'd be nice, but no. As much as I'd like to live in a menagerie, I have distinctly un-menagerie-loving 'rents. Dammit.
Then later,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kindoftrouble called me from lossi's which'll probably cost her hideous amounts of money for a forty minute plus mobile-mobile call and there was much giggling. Much, much giggling. We're going to be all giggled-out by the end of Wimbledon.
Need to go to bed since we're going to see Cats tomorrow and I need to get up early to do stuff before. >_< I can't believe I only have a week of holiday left and I'm still not organised. Might have to start taking drastic measures soon.
I'm happy with Mardy for winning but I'm twitching over Andy's livescores. Must not watch. It's made worse by the Houston site having absolutely appalling live scoring to watch because surely they could've designed it better?
Oh god, second set, gone. >_< Can't watch. Going to bed.
Okay, actually something. I bought a loach for my fish tank, a weather loach that has dutifully been named Kermit in keeping with the theme of Muppet names and who has taken to hiding inside the hollow Teasure Island skull, only he's kind of too long so either his head or his tail has to stick out one of the random gaps. I also think my gravel may be too rough for him and I may need to buy finer stuff. Things that should be considered before buying more random aquatic life.
I also did not flinch from the locusts and other assorted bugs today. Even when a lizard ate a cricket in front of me which, ew and gross and did I mention ew? But they had baby iguanas for £30 each. For a baby iguana, I can overcome a bug phobia. I think. *Baby*. *Iguanas*. My mother cooed over the turtles until I offered to buy her one for her birthday and then she quickly pretended not to like them anymore. She'd love one really and they only eat inanimate, none-wriggly, none-creepifying food. Wish I'd realised this a few weeks ago before I already bought her something, and before the father probably bought her something too since the £250+ it would probably take to set up the terrarium is a little beyond me right now. A turtle would probably be her happy-pet, since it wouldn't get hair over all the furniture or wriggle like the loach - which she hates - or move too fast or do anything other than look cute.
It'll never happen. It'd be nice, but no. As much as I'd like to live in a menagerie, I have distinctly un-menagerie-loving 'rents. Dammit.
Then later,
kindoftrouble called me from lossi's which'll probably cost her hideous amounts of money for a forty minute plus mobile-mobile call and there was much giggling. Much, much giggling. We're going to be all giggled-out by the end of Wimbledon.Need to go to bed since we're going to see Cats tomorrow and I need to get up early to do stuff before. >_< I can't believe I only have a week of holiday left and I'm still not organised. Might have to start taking drastic measures soon.
I'm happy with Mardy for winning but I'm twitching over Andy's livescores. Must not watch. It's made worse by the Houston site having absolutely appalling live scoring to watch because surely they could've designed it better?
Oh god, second set, gone. >_< Can't watch. Going to bed.
