20 December 2008

Reading: Selected Stories by Anton Chekhov
Listening to: Don't - Billy Currington

Well, Lobs the Crayfish didn't make the molting deadline, it seems. He's now quite dead, as opposed to just suspiciously lying on his back and being very, very still.

I knew he (or she) was dead and all, yes, but when my teammates started on the funereal jokes and joking about feeding him to the disgusting office tarantula, I thought I was going to cry. I don't know what came over them though, because when I got here tonight to start my shift, I found him lying in a corner of a small plastic box sitting squarely in front of my computer. The box clearly said "MICROWAVE OVEN SAFE" and had a little icon of a fork and a wine glass under the words. Hah.

I don't know what to do with him now.

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