Buyer's Remorse

So today I decided I wanted a fish.

I researched tanks.

I picked out the kind of fish I want.

I went to the pet shop and bought everything but the fish.

Half way home I was regretting my decision. My mind began to race:



---What if I'm not allowed to have a fish in my apt?



---What if it dies?



---What am I suppose to do with it on the weekends I'm away?



But then, two stops from home, an old man fell getting on the bus. It was a big production. He couldn't get up, I was sure he was dying. So I jumped up and out the back and walked quickly home. A fish is a minor thing when old men are dying. I hate it when people decide to die around me. It really freaks me out. It seems to happen a lot. Note to the world: I am not a physician and can NOT help you, so find somewhere else to die. I will run in the other direction.

I have the tank set up. This weekend on my three days off I will go pick up the fishy!!!!!