I spent a good 3 minute talking to my fish and telling him how I had a dream where I forgot to feed him with a bunch of other fishies in the tank (which I don't have, as they all died off instead of him... The past fishes are a-haunting!) and then they were so starving hungry that they picked and nipped at him till he died and laid in a pool of his own blood. It was very sad.
Anyway, the point is, I spent THREE MINUTES talking to my fish. That is two minutes and fifty seconds MORE than I should be talking to a fish.
This is sadness. THIS IS SPARTA!!!
And in those three minutes I also tested its psychic ability by telling him to swim up or down within a time limit if it could understand me.
And he did. He really did. I don't even know if I'm even half-serious anymore. What is wrong with me??!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment