The Cold Hand of Death

How cold is the hand of death,
That seized my pet this night.
Little he was, but never would
he give up. Even when he
lost a fin to sickness,
he fought on. Alas, just
when the sickness he was
in triumph almost over,
hath Death's cold syth
take a friend from me.

Alas, you will not be forgotten,
O friend of mine. Only a fish
you may have been in life,
but sadness you are in death.
Goodbye, oh nobel Gilgamesh
may you go on to fight
in a better place.

Rest in Peace, Gilgamesh

Long time no see

Well blogger fans it has been a heck of a long time since I posted last. I have some bad news for my jillions and jillions of fans out there, the posts probably wont be coming at a much better rate. I am so busy with the 18 credit hours I am taking, and 12 of those hours are reading intensive English classes, so there is not much time for this. I did want to make a quick post to let all my jillions and jillions of fans out there know that I am indeed not dead, but really busy.

My betta fish Gilgamesh has been having problems lately, as he is under attack by fungus. What I though was a transport injury turns out to be the work of nasty fungus attacking his fins. I went on a trip to Petsmart with Anne and Sam, who helped me pick out some medicine for him. If all goes well, he will have the fungus problem all cleared up and start growing his fin back in no time. Thats all the time I have for now, I got to get back to my homework.

Chad: Just livin' the dream.