I spent the night over at my friends and got really crappy sleep because Steve is a bed-hog.
Bed hogs suck.
We got up super early, my friend and I, and drove down near Edgewood to help paint our art teacher's studio he's building. It was interesting trying to wedge myself in tiny spaces, but I had fun...I went to work fairly covered in paint but picking it off kept me fairly amused.
On a completely different note, one of the fish in my 30 gal. is a little balloon molly. It started out peach but then it got all orange speckled and its mouth started turning kind of red and now, from gills to mouth (so far), its completely blood red and looks almost fringey and I cannot figure out why in the hell my fish is turning colors. As exciting as that may seem, though (and believe you me, its exciting) I still miss my rats tons...they are living back at Steven's. Having those little psychos around make me happy.
Bed hogs suck.
We got up super early, my friend and I, and drove down near Edgewood to help paint our art teacher's studio he's building. It was interesting trying to wedge myself in tiny spaces, but I had fun...I went to work fairly covered in paint but picking it off kept me fairly amused.
On a completely different note, one of the fish in my 30 gal. is a little balloon molly. It started out peach but then it got all orange speckled and its mouth started turning kind of red and now, from gills to mouth (so far), its completely blood red and looks almost fringey and I cannot figure out why in the hell my fish is turning colors. As exciting as that may seem, though (and believe you me, its exciting) I still miss my rats tons...they are living back at Steven's. Having those little psychos around make me happy.