Stumbling Toward God

I was planning on buying a bigger bowl for my goldfish this weekend. Maybe even a small aquarium with a filter system. A sunken treasure chest, perhaps. I was worried though, after I changed his water and fed him Saturday morning, he simply wouldn't touch his food. Just drifted aimlessly, for a couple of days. Well... I didn't want to be left with an empty tank. I was hoping that maybe he just didn't like the Redlands heat, and would perk up again when he got back to good ol' air conditioned Pomona. He was floating on his side when I came home today, and awfully pale for a goldfish. It was two weeks, almost to the hour, since I won him in a stupid little carnival game. I honestly hadn't expected him to make it past the first Wednesday. But he did, and I was getting fond of that little guy. Jeremiah was a good fish. He deserved better.

Am I to cry over a dead fish? Oh for the love of... I had a boxing tuna sandwich for lunch today. I'm really just tired of things dying. Relationships, dreams, people, pets, whatever. So. Very. Tired.