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feeling: -_-
listening to: Escaflowne - Hitomi Theme... yay for playlists
~edited ca. 2:15 p.m.~
It's finals week. Normally I love finals week. Not this particular finals week, however. This finals week I actually have a HUGE final tomorrow that took up most of yesterday evening and will require pretty much every moment of my attention today, not to mention much of tomorrow afternoon. And even that won't be time enough for this thing. I should've started cramming Sunday, or at least yesterday afternoon instead of evening, but what can I say... I'm an idiot.
Phoenix is driving me up the wall. As of tomorrow it will have been 2 weeks since his stupid swim bladder disorder first developed, and it STILL won't go away. It's like he doesn't even want to be healthy again. The normal routine has been for me to wake up in the morning, observe that he seems to have made a near-full recovery, and proceed to feed him a bloodworm or two along with a tiny bite of shelled pea (keeps the digestive system moving). Then, over the next 2 or 3 hours, he refuses to swim around the tank even when he CAN. I mean, you'd think a fish who's been floating helplessly on his side for 2 weeks would be thrilled to finally be able to swim around the middle and bottom of the tank again, but this little retard absolutely refuses to do that. Instead he roams around at surface level, actively seeking out small bubbles. And when he finds them he zooms in and snaps them up as if he hasn't eaten in months. He will NOT stop. And the more bubbles he eats, the faster his SBD comes back, and the worse it gets. I mean, I'd think one would understand that constant swallowing of air is not going to be very accommodative to swimming, the act for which he was designed. At first I attributed the behavior to boredom, then to an oxygen problem, then to hunger, but now I'm ready to accept that it's just plain and simple obsessive-compulsive disorder. The only time he stops is when it's TOTALLY dark in his tank, so that he can't see any bubbles. And I can't keep his tank dark 24/7. Therefore, I have concluded that I will never see the old Phoenix again; this disorder will live with him for the rest of his already-short-but-now-even-more-drastically-shortened life.
Sekiray, however, is being an absolute stud this week to make up for Phoenix's retardedness. Last week he built a bubblenest for the first time in months, and I've discovered that he's better at following my finger across the glass than any fish I've ever seen. If I leave my finger sitting still in one place for too long, he bites at it until I get it moving again. *easily amused*
So I had an interesting dream last night. I woke up from it smiling, and maybe even laughing. It wasn't exactly a happy dream, though... more like... I dunno, satisfying? All I remember was that Dumplin' was kinda sorta in it, but half the time she was Daria Morgendorffer :P;;; ...and in the beginning we were hanging out somewhere in Richmond Dale looking forward (sort of) to this... camp, or something, that we would be taking part in for 4 days. I remember it was evening when the time finally came and we were loading some baggage and stuff into a pickup truck. Then my memory jumped ahead some... next thing I knew, I was riding a bike on a highway. I could tell I'd been riding for a loooong time, but couldn't say how long. So, then I remember finally arriving in some city, indicated by the sudden appearance of intersections, slower traffic, buildings, and traffic lights. Next thing I knew I was riding in this building, which was just... really crazy. The bike path suddenly turned all twisty and turny and utterly unrealistic... parts of it were in the dark, parts of it ran up ramps and up stairways and up vertical inclines and all kinds of insanity. I seem to remember many instances at which I yelled something akin to "What the @%#! is going on here??" and hearing some weird guy who was either riding ahead of me or floating above me (I'm still not sure if he even physically existed...) telling me that this part of the bike track was some kind of analogy to real life - you never know what to expect, and you should be ready for anything. I brushed him off as some corny hallucination or something and was rather pleased to note that I was taking this insane bike track like a pro, flying through U-turns and cruising up stairways and gliding through impossible obstacles in this suddenly-impossibly-huge building. Next thing I knew, I was emerging through this hole in the roof of the building... can't remember if I was still on my bike or dragging it behind me... and I was greeted by all these cheering people. Apparently this whole bike thing was some kind of huge race - probably the 4-day "camp" we were psyching up for in the beginning of the dream - and I'd won it. So over the next few minutes I was surrounded by a bunch of cheering people and feeling all dead-tired and loved and psyched, and watching as a few of my opponents popped up after me through the hole in the roof. Dumplin'/Daria wasn't among them, and I was getting a little worried, so I hollered down into hole a few times - "Daria!! You okay?!" to which, after a while, Dumplin's voice answered, saying she was fine and nearing the end. Well, she didn't know she was, but I did since I could hear her pretty clearly. I think I went back down into the building to rejoin her in the home stretch and finish the race together... I seem to remember us going through all these impossible spirals and curves and stairways in that building, laughing about... something. It was weird.
Anyway, then I woke up for a while, feeling pretty proud at the concept of winning such an impossible, grueling, 4-day bike race. When I fell asleep again the dream continued, but it picked up at a later point in time, and just turned totally incoherent for a while. The big finish was me looking into Phoenix's tank and discovering that he had dropsy and telling my mom that I had to go to the vet's office to pick up some augmentin tablets to treat him with (the best dropsy treatment IRL). I remember the whole day going by and no one taking me to the vet's, and by the time my parents and I were finally getting into the car to go get the augmentin, I was awake again and muttering to myself that that was the THIRD dream I've had in the past month or so about Phoenix getting dropsy. -_-;;
Yeah. Had to relate that dream. It was driving me nuts. Back to studying now... I've used up about 2/3 of my needed studying time and covered maybe 1/5 of all that I have to cover. Go me.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/18/2003 11:45:00 AM
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