i made a video of the ceremonial flushing, but i don't know how to post it. it is interesting, in that it switches from black and white to colour and back again, apparently willy-nilly.
he made a valiant attempt to live. last night, his last night, he made several glorious trips to the top of the bowl, every bit as full of life and vitality as when he was in his prime. each time, just as he made it to the top of the bowl, his strength would betray him, and he'd sink hard and fast to the bottom, to lie motionless on the pretty glass pebbles until his next desperate attempt.
he didn't make it through the night.
billy crudup, his ability to survive adverse conditions, and his status as the demon spawn of satan will be sorely missed.
i bought a new fish.
he is glorious, with beautiful red and blue fins. he, too, is full of energy, refusing to be beaten down by the confines of his cage.
no fish will ever, of course, replace billy crudup in my heart, thought i hope this new fish will flourish here.
he needs a name. i am considering "syrah sicilia", because that is the wine sitting beside my desk, althought "cabernet sauvignon" is a contestant because the french is very pretty.
ideas??
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