Take my word, the mockingbird will sing the saddest kind of song...

...he knows things are wrong;
and he's right

Just got back from a bit of improv theatre at a theater 1.5 blocks from my house. One of my friends was working lights/sound for it. It was moderately amusing. My insignificant other was thinking about going, but he had other plans that had the potential of interfering. He called, or rather, tried to about 20 minutes after the show began. No message was left. Oh well.

I purchased two new guppies today and have been tormenting my last remaning guppy throughout the day as a result by scrubbing the tank, adding a castle/hidey-hole, changing water multiple times (as a result of the scrubbing kicking up bits of algae all over), adding anti-algae chemicals, water conditioners, and fish-valium to help with the shock of it all. The two new guppies are more used to sharing space though. My one remaining original guppy had been the sole guppy of the tank for the past nine months or so. When I added the new guppies, the original one decided to display his displeasure with the arrivals by chasing them all over.

The new guppies are rather pretty, so is the original. Maybe I'll name them someday once they prove their staying power. The original one does deserve a name by now. I'm tempted by the name "Max". He's an orange sunset guppie (body is mostly white and yellow. Tail is yellow going to orange). One of the new ones is a neon tuxedo (mainly white front half of the body with the rest and the tail a tealy-peacock blue). The other new one is some sort of mosaic guppy--mainly white, but with splotches of red and yellow on the tail (with lots of black spots/lines) and blue spots on the body.

So, instead of being a creepy single cat-lady, I am going to be a creepy single fish-lady. At the pet-store, some pet adoption folks were trying to get new owners for some ownerless dogs. One dog nearly broke my heart. I would have taken the sweet furball home, but my apartment doesn't allow dogs and is simply too small for a dog. She was soooo fuzzy and mellow though, her face was all sweetness and trust/faith. She just seemed to have a very sweet disposition.

Walking home from the theater tonight, it hit me how much I miss wandering around on warm evenings. In a city, as a single woman, this isn't something I can do--wander around parks after midnight--and feel safe doing so. I will have to go camping soon though so I can do it. Just wander and look at the night. I miss that. I need to do it.

OK, now, I need sleep.

night.