My Kingdom For A Life

I've been busting my ass all week at work, getting home sweaty and tired with aching feet that feel like they've been set on fire and bludgeoned with sledgehammers. (I really need to invest in a decent pair of shoes, for Christ's sake.) I haven't really had much time to write... but I do have time to dick around with those damn Sea-Monkeys that I just had to buy. It's nice to know that more than twenty years after my first brine shrimp experiment, I still haven't learned a damn thing. Maybe one day I'll grow up.

It's funny, though, because this time around I seem to be much more interested in caring for the Sea-Monkeys than I was at eight. They hatched several days ago, and I've been doting on them like an overprotective mother. When I first added the eggs, I was even more under whelmed than I was the first time, however. Several minutes went by and I saw NOTHING... absolutely nothing alive in the water. I squinted to the point of having a headache and still didn't see shit; all I saw was bits of sediment swirling around in the water. Maybe they hadn't hatched yet. Or maybe my 32-year-old eyes couldn't take the strain of looking for microscopic shrimp.
Finally, after a good hour or so, I saw one Sea-Monkey in the water. I immediately felt a kinship with this loner of the shrimp people and half hoped that he would be the only one to hatch. But no, almost a week later my Mini World is swarming with the little fuckers--and I'm doing all the things I'm supposed to do, like making sure the tank gets enough light (but not too much), aerating the water to make sure it has enough oxygen, singing sweet lullabies to them at night...

Okay, so I'm not THAT pathetic. But I am a bit alarmed at just how easily entertained I am. I seriously need a girlfriend or something.

When they get big enough, I'll probably take some pics of them and post them here. In the meantime, don't worry about this blog becoming Here's What I Did With My Sea-Monkeys Today or anything like that. I'll keep this shit to a minimum--and I'll still have plenty of time to bitch about how much my life sucks.