Kill me now! I got the keys to my new place yesterday and have begun the super fun task of painting the entire unit because the landlord thinks that a hideous brown putty color is the best choice for a rental, apparently. So I get to work all day, then paint all night. I have to wait for the paint to air out, then I have to haul my new 55 gallon to the new place and get it set up. I only have 2 days for it to cycle using a couple of the filters on the current tank, so my fingers are crossed that will happen because the last thing my JD needs after the stress of moving is ammonia stress! Also my betta is already in bad shape after an incident with the gravel siphon, so I'm worried he may not survive the move at all. AND, I have to lay down the law with my new roommate because she wants to BUG BOMB our house to kill earwigs. Earwigs are gross and all, but poison is grosser and it will KILL my fish! Hoping diatomaceous earth will do the trick because pesticide and fish do not mix! So this whole week is packing, painting, moving, tank set ups and break downs...and that's just at home. On top of that, my office mbuna tank is a total nightmare. It's too small and the aggression is out of control. So I also get to stress about that, put together the stand and move my iso tank that currently has one fish in it, redo the rockscape in the main tank for the second time in a week, and potentially pull the rocks out for a THIRD TIME if things don't improve for a couple of the weaker fish in the tank, which we all know they won't! Just what everyone wants to do when they already have to move 2 fish across town: constantly pull 90 lbs of rock out of a mbuna tank and rearrange it in a futile attempt to stop fish gang beatings. Moving will make you seriously question your life choices and/or multiple tank syndrome problem, AMIRITE?!