I came home to Toronto to a bloated dead beta fish sitting on my desk. He was in a bowl, floating upside down. Apparently he had died sometime during the night.
RIP Schizzy aka Leonard the Fish. You probably won't really be missed, persay, but you lived a good life. You had two owners who loved you. You managed to outlive Starbright Tinkerbell II by 2 years. Plus, you had a WAY cooler name.
Good work on that. Good work on being a fish.
I was going to call it Year of the Prop, and carry around different props with me throughout the year. I wouldn't be allowed to leave the house without my props. I wanted to start off the year with a smoking pipe, and progress in my prop usage until I reached my ultimate goal of wearing a monocle. Once I gained some notoriety for my props, people would probably start sending me props and I'd write about my adventures on my website, proppedup.ca.
I don't know if I have enough motivation to carry through on all this. Or enough time.
Actually, the truth is, if I just had a prop, I'd be good to go. I just don't know where to start. . .