Saturday

pepper

Different dialects of Romanian sound like people ruffling bags or a pillow fight. There's no way I can decipher THAT.

My fish Pepper died yesterday. I felt a sense of doom when I got home, I swear I did. I went straight to Pepper and there he was...motionless. I know beta fish don't last too long but I really enjoyed this one and I hoped he'd live for at least it a year. Maybe he was such a wonderful fish that the fish gods wanted him on their panel. That's the only logical reason I can think of. Yup, logical.

Moment of silence for Pepper.

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It's a beautiful day today. I cannot express how much I love the Sun and yearn for it all year around when the temperature doesn't match the brightness of it. I feel this dread and burning when I think of winter and the cold and all the shivering associated with it.

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