You'll be sleeping with the fishes, see?

I'm late for the second Friday in a row.
It's not that I didn't draw yesterday, I just forgot my sketches at work. Then I went "to the movies" (Zodiac) and, well there was no time left to draw again.
Anyways, I've had this strange compulsion to draw fish, lately. As much as I hate eating them, I realized that, alive, they're really very beautiful creatures. Colorful, gliding effortlessly through the water. With their gaping mouths and their stupid wide-eyed expression.
Still, who can control inspiration's form? When the muse comes it is my duty to listen, and create. And this time, she said "draw fish". And I drew fish.