2002/12/11

I don't think my fish like the food I got. Storm keeps eating one and spitting it out, but he ate it earlier.

Mind, I think he buried one of the pellets in the rocks. Maybe he did the same to all of them.

I guess I have to get them the food they like tomorrow. Damn picky fish. :)

*yawn* I go to bed now. Tomorrow, I continue writing. Tomorrow, article for WB. I promise.

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