Maybe my fan…s (is/are?) right and I do need a vacation. Deliver me from the whining idiots. If you don’t know how to treat sick fish, then….DON’T FUCKING BUY SICK FISH. I hate you, I hate the idiot who bought another fish when he doesn’t even understand the basics of caring for the one he has, I hate the idiots who whine and moan and cry when their fish get sick. WTF do you think whining is going to do? If your fish always get sick and you can’t figure out what you’re doing wrong, then perhaps you might want to hang up the ol’ gravel siphon and start a stamp collection or something. I don’t want to READ about any more sick fish. Search the goddamned forums and you’ll find out whether you can use RI+ with antibiotics because that question’s been asked ad nauseaum. Read the fucking articles, search the forums and then–ONLY then–ask whatever it is that you want to know. Every-fucking-where I go, always the same dumbasses, the same questions, never a simple answer or anything more cheerful than yet another fucking idiot with a sick fish. Jesus H. Christ! Would it absolutely kill you dumb bastards to post something that might make me actually WANT to log on in the fucking morning? One cute little fushie-wush with pouty lips, twenty whinebags with (surprise) sick fish. “Oh, bless your heart–you saved that little fishie!” How come nobody ever blesses my fucking heart when I’m the poor sonofabitch stuck walking the idiots through the treatment? “What now, FM?” “Wahhhh, I don’t know how to do this, I want you to tell me.” Well, here’s what now…hop aboard the clue train and LEARN IT JUST THE WAY I DID!

Thank god(s) for J.; I’d not have made it through this day alive without his help. C. is a big help, too, and she does know how to use the search function. Holy fsck I hate people. I wish L. was home; he’d cheer me up.