Not going to spend a lot of time updating (I have to start preparing dinner, and then maybe doing some boxing), but my last betta fish, Stick (otherwise known as Mr. Fish) died sometime last night/this morning. Now it's just the girls and I, and y'know what? I kinda miss him. It was nice to look up and see him when I was on the computer, or when I was getting ready in the morning/coming home at night, and now he's not there. I keep looking for him, too -- force of habit, perhaps, but he was my long-lived betta, I believe. I got him when I was still living at home, and he made it through two moves with me.

Poor little guy. :(