Obsession...

[mousme]

I have this completely irrational and overwhelming desire to get fish. Not fishing, which is a whole other kettle of fish (har har), albeit an appealing one, but fish in a tank.

I have an aquarium, and a burning desire to fill it with pretty fishies.

Financially speaking, this would be An Extremely Bad Idea™, unless I fill it with fifty-cent goldfish. My track record with goldfish, however, isn't great.

Obsession #2 revolves around camping. And possibly fishing. My plans to go to PEI this summer were thwarted by the Hormonally-Addled Psychotic Bitch From Hades, otherwise known as my former boss. At this rate, I'll be lucky if I have another vacation again, ever.

I was really looking forward to two weeks in the Maritimes. One with joane and shenlo, and one by myself, just me and the provincial parks of PEI. Sadly, that isn't going to happen anymore.

I'm still obsessing about it, however. I'm not sure if this is a good thing. I keep thinking about ways to travel light, and wonder whether I could actually get a fire started in adverse conditions with some dry matches, and all sorts of random things like that.

I really want to participate in fearsclave's Rawdon Witch Project, and I'm frustrated because, at the rate I'm going, I won't even be able to take two days off from work to do that, let alone two weeks to go regroup by myself somewhere.

It also occurs to me that I may be obsessing about this even more than I would otherwise precisely because I can't do any of the things I want to do.

Grr.

Comments

[quietlyurban.livejournal.com]

Fish are therapeutic.

There's nothing quite like having an aquarium of Mysterious Fish Death.

Theo's little Floaty Abbatoir is relaxing, every time the cats forget about it enough not to press themselves against the glass and stress them to death.

We like fish.

Or as we say it 'feeeeeesh'.