My fish has died and I'm in a state of Mourning right now. Poor Cunningham supposedly froze to death. What a way to die. :( I kept that fish alive for over a year and it only took two months for him to go belly up without me. Sigh, life is short isn't it? Perhaps this is what I'll write my sonnet on. The short life of a beautiful fish.
In other news, I was told to calm down today but my oral Gaelic teacher. Would you be surprised that she wasn't the first teacher to tell me that exact phrase?