Suck Sucks.

In the past five weeks, I have gone from being the mother of 6 fish to being the mother of 3 fish. There is a word for this phenomenon; it is called Teh Suck. As you may or may not have guessed, it is unpleasant. I am reveling in Teh Suck tonight because my second-fishiest favorite of all my favoritest fishies is now no longer a fishie in the strictest sense of the word.

Two morals can be learned from Teh Suck:

1. If you buy a bunch of fish at the same time, they will all die at the same time, and you just get to STFU and deal, because you are a stupidhead.
2. It is not a good idea to let your boss watch your pets, even if she means well and is doing you a favor. Really. It's not. Because if you do it, you will hate her.

Also, Teh Suck has the power to transform your mood. Magically! As in without any perceivable cause, except the one that I just perceived! So making sure that you will, in fact, graduate; having a video iPod dangled in front of your nose with no cost to you; a class on video games tomorrow; 2 1/2 hours of Final Fantasy in your afternoon; these things will not help you. Go home and wallow, you loser.