Holding a pen with my fins...

[aderam]

And so life continues on in that crazy way which I have come to expect.

My fish are definitely sick (something which I've been in denial of for the past few days because I'm sick and I really didn't want to kill them so soon), so I just went to the fish store and got some medication that will hopefully make Princess Trina better and stop Bertram from getting sick along with her. Now my tank is flourescent green. It said on the instructions that this would happen, but I never expected that it would look so SciFi. My fish will be living in an intensely green environment for the next four days and after that they will hopefully continue to live and be happy, frisky and twitchy for many years.

On the TV front Supernatural still has control of my brain (thanks superjamie) and the Winchester brothers keep giving me little pieces of stories that I can never actually make into something coherent (this is of course the story of my life). My favourite line that I've had so far is:

Throughout his childhood they ate in roadside diners so often that Sam thought he hated all-day breakfast until he went to Stanford and craved greasy bacon and eggs and soggy half-cooked pancakes every night of the exam period.

Which sat there in a Word document for quite a while grining devilishly at me and telling me to write more of it until I started trying to find it a home. I think I might have something, but this is not clear to me.

I have similar woes with my original fiction where I have characters that I love floating around in a setting without anything resemebling a plot to anchor them. Which is why I have almost nothing written about them. Le sigh.

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Oh dear! I hope Princess Trina and Bertram get well soon!