So none of my baby sharks survived... I have no idea why either...
I managed to find another egg, and this one has a fairly fully formed embryo inside it. I think it may only be a month or so from hatching, I'll try to get some shots soon for you all.
I've had a bit to drink, which may explain why I'm here writing this instead of doing something productive. It's been a bad week. I don't know why but I'm either sad or angry the whole time at the moment. I have no idea what about most of the time...
I just stress about shit. Shit that doesn't matter. Shit that's been and gone. Just... well shit.
Maybe I'm scared. I've never been good at staying in one place very long and I've been where I am for a while now, looking into moving flats and all that jazz. All I want to do at this point though is to run away to some far flung beachy corner of the world, sit down with a rum and play my guitar.
But that can't happen... not for a while at least...
Why is simply existing in this country so damn hard?
There you are... Sharkman giving you all some sort of glimpse at a soul...
Why is the rum gone...