So I'm sitting here staring at my fish tank.
It's begging to be cleaned. So I should probably clean it.
But there's that small part of me that's saying "no Nyx...you can do it tomorrow."
Get behind me Satan.
The little stone (cleverly textured plastic) gargoyle just launched the crayfish across the tank.
Rambo (the crayfish) deserved it. He ate six of my fish (damn my bleeding heart for letting him in).
Going to clean the tank now. Wish me luck!