I had to work from 8 to 4 today (work at a hunting/sporting goods store) and: first, I forgot my lunch at home, then the dept. head bitched at me because I took too long to fill some CO2 tanks, then later someone dropped a box of broadheads onto my chest which knocked me down, and on and on. Then I got home and realized I forgot my math book at school, and my mom came and told me that my fish died this morning.
He was a betta; I've had him for almost 3 years. That's not normal for one to live that long, is it?
It was the craziest day I have had in a long time. And now firefox is going to crash? Fantastic.
