What a sad dream to have dreamed. I sat down for dinner at an unknown location with dinner mates I now can't recall but remember feeling not super comfortable with (not BFFs). I then saw that we were about to eat from a plate with a medium sized grilled fish surrounded by three little grilled fishes (it's cute to make this grammatical error). All of a sudden the possibility hit me and I asked, "Are these our goldfish?" (The fact that I am pretty sure I said "our" makes me think Jonah was there which is unnerving because why was he ok with this?! - I will have to have a talk with him immediately upon his return from California on Sunday! Everyone pretty much acknowledged that they were the carcasses of my goldfish and were completely relaxed about it. I was tortured but confused about how I should feel and I am pretty sure I felt I should suck it up since I was in the minority and I may have eaten my goldfish.

This makes me so sad!! Especially because I have been having so much fun watching them recently (endless procrastination hours served) and talking with Jonah about how at first they were nervous and shy but they know nibble at my fingertips and when I do their weekly tank cleaning they graze my arm and I get as close as I'll get to petting them! And then I eat them...ugh. I am so over myself.