So last night was awesome/terrific/fun. Now I have a massive hangover. Really, really massive.
I returned home today to an empty fish bowl. Sexy and Fish had tragically died and my mother kindly removed them from the bowl. I'm not sure if the deaths were due to the heat, or their eating disorder. I think they were bulimic. Just when I thought they had eaten some food, they would go and spit it out like a Russian model.
R.I.P. Sexy and Fish