CanTankerous

Meet my new puppy, Tank. Check out the Bernie Mac eyes. He is the sweetest little shit ever.

Also, there is an update on Botch and Muller. Turns out Botch wasn't prego, just morbidly obese. Muller has disappeared entirely from the tank. I thought maybe he got sucked into the vast fishie abyss that is the filtration system, but he wasn't to be found anywhere. Maybe this would explain Botch's fatness.... Just a hunch. Botch is currently really sick, with some sort of fungal infection. I got her some fishie meds, which seemed to be working yesterday, but upon examination today, she's actually looking worse. Dang it.

Ranpants = Sadpants

Nycole leaves for boot camp on Wednesday. I just got home from her going away party and it's hit me like a ton of bricks. Call me dramatic. I know she'll be back, but those words leave me no comfort. For some reason I thought she'd only be gone for a few months. I found out tonight she'll really be gone for seven months. Over half a year. Crazy to think about. Really, it's depressing me. In the span of things, I suppose seven months really isn't that long, but just knowing I can't call her up to hang out makes me a sadpants. It's that I won't have the option anymore. Make sense? Ever since kindergarten we've gone to school together, and it was only a five minute walk to each other's houses. This concept of her going away is really tripping me out. I already find myself forgetting that she'll be gone. I started to invite her to my birthday shindig and then stopped mid sentence, remembering that she'll be in Missouri. It's hard to be excited for someone when you're going to miss out on everything they'll accomplish.