RIP Joe

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.