Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?

Othello died this morning. It was a tragedy, indeed. But, it wasn't my fault, so I was told. He must've had the infection when we got him since he went so quickly. I think that tomorrow or Thursday, I'll go find Othello the second, and perhaps a Desdemona, as well. Either that, or I'll get a Calico Telescope (more bubbly eyes!) and name him Zooey. But then I'd have to get another one to name Franny. Oh, me and my literary characters that have to come in pairs. But, we'll see. I'm certainly not going back to the infected fish store with the rude, fat salesperson. I'll go to the nice place in Pennfield where I used to get my geckos/snakes/iguanas back when I had lots of reptiles wandering about.

In other news, I have girl plans tomorrow. With a girl. A girl that I will be going to school with. Most of those things seriously dislike me, but not this one. How peculiar.