I got up on my couch about half an hour ago (and it's still 6 a.m. now), after I had fallen asleep without turning off the air conditioner again. I think now I understand it better, how that poor frozen fish in my fridge would have felt all these years - and yes, it's actually been 'years', since I rescued him from a market stall.

At some point - which means 'after a couple of weeks', actually - I realized consuming him would do more harm than good to my health. So I decided it to be better for him to stay in the fridge rather than in my stomach... oh, by the way, did I check if it was really a male? Not that I know how to tell a female fish from a male one, but it certainly feels not right to use a masculine pronoun without knowing it for sure.

Anyway, it seems I've already used up more than half of the word limit with that fish story which I think is rather stupid, but I don't think I can think up any interesting subject today, at least until I spend some time after I drink my first cup of coffee for the day. I really hate that word limit, as I always have to butcher down my sentences after I write them, which usually make them even less readable than they already are, because of it.

Anyway, I'm sorry for the ramblings. I promise I'll choose more interesting topic next time. I suppose it's time I better start preparing my breakfast - a real breakfast, not a 'brunch' this time... oh, and definitely not him... er... her... or it, whatever.

Hahaha i enjoyed it :)