Wednesday, November 17, 2004


I thought Sunday I had it all figured out. I would wash Magenta, clean the fish tank, and do absolutely no schoolwork whatsoever. And I did.

And I killed Joe. After I cleaned the tank, I noticed he wasn't his usual cheery fishy self. He was sluggish. Today I came home, made dinner, and thought Joe might be hungry, too. Alas, he was dead. I killed him by cleaning his tank. That's the only explanation I can think of.

Joe led a long fishy life. He will be missed.

I'll get a new fish when I come back to Minneapolis after Thanksgiving.

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