I'm out of clean underwear again.
and it's time to water the plants.
In other news, the sick fish isn't dead yet but he seems to be getting worse - the infection is visibly spreading up his head. Then again, I think he's eating. But only when I'm not looking.
I set their clock back last night. Lazy fish, I thought, then- oh.
I'm starting to know quite a bit about Nigeria, which I'm studying for work. Then again, whenever I get smarter about stuff around the world, it hits me again how little I know. Like, Venezuela. Keith and I were talking about Venezuela. They produce 3.2 million barrels of oil a day. Who knew? Ok, you probably did. I was clueless, see?
I guess there's only so many topics a person can know thoroughly. I know a lot skimmingly. Conrunning I know pretty thoroughly. What else? Some about cooking. Some about dancing. Some about cognitive psychology. *sigh* maybe that's not a productive feel-good sort of question right now. I'm fighting premenstrual depression already, better not to beat myself up about what I don't know, in the middle of everything else.