The only bad luck I’ve had involved the fishies. Anderson Cooper, specifically. This weekend, I was shocked to find him lying on the floor of my living room, a good two metres from his bowl! I almost stepped on him! Luckily, I noticed just in time, and he obviously hadn’t been out of the water for long, because he was still alive. I deposited him back in his home, and changed the water (in case water conditions were what inspired him to try to escape, and even though it had just been changed the day before). He seems to have recovered, but that night, I had multiple nightmares about all my little finned friends committing suicide in massive leaps. It was very upsetting. D had the same dream, actually. Isn't that weird? Anyway, all’s well. But damn! That Anderson Cooper is shaping up to be a serious troublemaker. I should have known when I named him.