I would like to welcome into my humble room two new friends : Connor Oberst Fernando Brighteyes I and Portugal the Fish. Free internet hugs to everyone who gets those references.

They seem to be quite happy in their new home on top of my fridge, but we’ll see how long they last in the tender, loving, (unintentionally life-threatening) care of TheNog. I’m not a hundred percent sure what type of fish they are,
I’m very much in love with these fish. Their previous owners, though their intentions were pure, ended up not wanting them at the end of last semester and so placed them in my care (yay!)

When I say in love, I do not exaggerate. I may devote about 25% of my day to watching them swim around the rather sparsely furnished tank. Portugal has an adorable habit of falling over when he gets too excited about food. Or a noise. Or anything really. I don’t even think he has to be excited. I think he just has a screwy sense of balance.
They also may be in love. Can fish be in love? They follow each other around, and more than once, I’ve caught Connor nibbling fondly on Portugal’s tail. I don’t want mutant fish babies, so I hope their relationship is pure;y platonic.
In other, related news, I like having something to take care of. I have a responsibility to feed them twice a day and clean the tank every other week. (That’s my hopeful cleaning time scale. We’ll see how long I can live with a brown tank…) I feel like a mother, which I know is a bit of a stretch, but I do. I am enjoying the responsibility, albeit the tiny, usually-delegated-to-six-year-olds responsibility that it is. Maybe having something aside from me and the roomie in the room adds some sort of aura, but I am enjoying the time spent inside these four, close, collage-covered walls now more than I did in the months prior.
I’m watching Portugal fall asleep, so I think it’s time for the fishies and TheNogs to go to sleep.
Until tomorrow,

TheNog

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