Maybe I'll get a new fish tomorrow.

I think the bubbling of an aquarium would help me relax (twelve hours past, you'd think I'd've relaxed a little). And besides, the only living creatures who didn't make it out okay were my fish. They didn't like me very much. They were two little brown sharkish critters that we got to replace our angelfish who died. But I couldn't jolly well drag a 150-pound aquarium out of the house with all that smoke and fire, so I do believe that the poor things perished with the heat.

Maybe if I get a new fish, I'll name him Baba (going on the idea that God is like the endless shoreless ocean). I think that'd be cute. :3

Or maybe I'll get four and name them after the Monkees. I'm not sure why, but I've wanted to get fish named after the Monkees for awhile now. Weird.

I haven't calmed down, and now on top of it all, my hip hurts.