OK, I think I might be addicted. But, really, how can this really be that bad? Last night, staring at my fish was the only thing that distracted me from the thump thump thump of my migrainey brain. It has to be good!

I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to buy more fish. Well, ok, I did... but just Otto Cats. Buying Otto Cats are like... buying water for your plants! Er... soil? Er... special fertilizer? But, really! They're utility fish. I have algae, I buy them, they go munch munch munch munch munch, and we're all happy!

I was almost safe... until I saw... them. Rams. Goregous, colorful, wavy Rams.



How could I resist? How could I possibly resist??!!!

I'm beginning to think having an amazing fish store only blocks from my apartment is a bad, bad thing.

I love my fish.