Tomorrow is my last day at work. My mom said she’d take me to lunch. I have no idea where I want to go. I started crying at work today, because as I was cleaning out the fish tanks, I realized I likely won’t be seeing Hannibal, and especially Harold again any time soon. I know he’s just a fish, but I love Harold so much. I pulled him from the back of the shelf in the dark and couldn’t bear to put him back. I feel like I rescued him, and now I may never see him again. It’s just some added crap. Plus I’m not going to see my mom as often. It’s just really upsetting.