i don't mean to alarm you...

it's not that i feel like blogging right now, it's just that i'm in one of those moments where time must be recorded due to the intensity of the situation. also i had every intention of blogging about benefit concert and gala first, however this just happened and these things never happen to me...

shortly after janice and cristina left p.bay to head for home, i (being the idiot that i am) decided to mess with our currently broken lamp. so picture this for those who haven't seen our room and for those who just want to picture this...

next to our closet is a lamp and next to the lamp is a small table and placed on that table is a plant named izzie, mitch (my dog), an empty picture frame, and a fishbowl which contains a shy, cute, tiny red betta fish named sir fred, whom i like to call sami.

so there i am, standing in front of the table trying to fix the lamp. i'm pulling the lamp downward towards me checking out the lightbulb. then suddenly (yes, it really did happen this dramatically) i lose grip of the lamp and it falls to my left, knocking the table over which in turn sends sami flying out of the fishbowl. now if you could only see my face...it's exactly like it happens in the movies. that one scene in slow motion. the fishbowl slams into the floor and the tiny blue balls scatter out. the picture frame is face down, izzie is on her side, and mitch is upside down. frantically, i check the bowl, "crap, where's sami?!!!" i scan the carpet, lift the picture frame, move izzie and mitch...no fish. "wth, he disappeared!!" keep in mind that i was just fixing our big lamp; therefore, it was dark...the only light was coming from my dim table lamp.

thoughts start swarming through my head, "is petco open this late?" "where's the nearest one?" "am i gonna have to tell abby about this?" "abby's gonna hate me," "it's official, i am the worst roommate ever," and "hey, i should blog about this later."

i rush over and plug abby's table lamp and shine the light in that direction. then i notice the space between the wall and abby's bed. and sure enough, i see this crimson red blob lying there. this space is very small meaning i could not fit my hand in there. breathing heavily i think, "what can i pick him up with." i consider a pen...bad idea. then i think, hey, there's gotta be something in the kitchen. i race down stairs mumbling to myself, "don't die, don't die!" i open a drawer and bam i see tongs (btw kirs and kathee we need new tongs, unless you're cool with sami having touched them.) i run across the tile, nearly slipping, skipping steps to get to the room.

so i'm sticking the tongs in that small space, but everytime it get near him, he moves, which gives me hope. finally, i'm think, "i have to move her bed." i try with all my might to move that thing, but it doesn't budge. at this point i feel helpless and think, "i can't save him, he's gonna die, and there's nothing i can do." but then just when i think all hope is lost, i get another idea. i slip the tongs in from the side, and guide him back out of the space between the bed and the wall. i'm thinking, "he's dead, it's over!" i lay the tongs next to him and that crazy little fish flops onto it. and just like that, i plopped him back into is more than half empty fishbowl.

and that, my friends, is how i almost killed sami. if he survives through the night, we know he's one hell of a fighter.

mayn, i'm out of breath and yes, i'm a bad roommate. it doesn't get much worse than almost accidentally killing your roommate's pet fish.

and surprisingly no one was home to see me scrambling around the apartment.

i'll blog about this past weekend later. shoot, it's 10th week! gotta get back to studying. :)

p.s. sorry abby.