Head south, head south, head south

Today as I cleaned out my desk and belongings I came upon the beta fish that sat at my desk for a quarter year. After I garbaged everything else, I took the fish to the toilet, its final resting place.

As I walked out of the bathroom, the dumb woman I hate gave me a dirty look. "So mean!" she said.

I looked at her. "I eat meat three times a day," I said. And then I walked away.