Sometimes the good guys finish..?

This is my goldfish. His name is Miyagi and as you can see, he's a handsome lil' fella. I guess you can discuss how much personality a goldfish has, but Miyagi is a rockstar. I don't think anyone can resist his chubby baby cheeks. 

On another note, I'm off to Århus this weekend. We're attending my granny's urne burial. I'm not sure how I feel about it to be honest. It's only been three weeks on Friday since she passed away. I'm very emotional, anxious and generally worried about my mum. I guess it'll be better in time, but at the moment it feels really hard being so far away from home. It would all be a hell of a lot easier if I could just drive over and be with them when I feel like it. But I guess this is just what growing up is all about... standing on your own two feet. These days I just don't want to. Nothing seems to be working for me, all I do well is fail. No weightloss, no motivation, no baby, no point. I guess the good guys really do finish last.