Why Get Angry at a Machine?

Obviously you didn't get lucky. Not only have I been neglecting this little fish fry, I've been neglecting my Friday Nights too. The problem is that it is no fun writing this sober, but somebody has to do it; on the other hand I seem to value nonhungover Saturdays more than drunk Fridays, lately (gassed out of the room there).

Speaking of which, the gassing pattern has reverted more or less to the old pattern of shots of 'lung gas.' 'New gas' is much less evident, but I still have a mucus problem, which could indicate low doses are still being 'applied.'

Just after I wrote the above, they began injecting 'new gas' into the room. The fish needs to participate in this fry, but dislikes his assigned role. 'Participation' is a key word here. The fish needs to participate in the life of the beloved (behated, whatever). Taps apparently are little 'I love you's, while stomps and booms and gas are little 'I hate you's (tap). The fish desires some sort of an emotional response from me, obviously. This is typical of obsessed individuals, from what I have read, and fits with my unfortunate experience. But I don't usually respond to the fish the way he would like. I see this fish as being completely out of control, sort of like a biological machine gone haywire. I take steps to minimize the damage it does, but I don't get emotionally involved. Why get angry at a machine?