Today kinda sucked. Started up early in the morning and I was having this fun dream. Casey and I were running around in this city, dodging government official types because we had discovered some information that would CHANGE THE WORLD! And we had just found some jet packs. Jet. Packs. When I woke myself up. I was trying to go back to sleep, but there was something in my mind telling me I HAD to get up and do something.
That's when I heard the water splashing into my wide open window. Yeah. The gutter is oh-so lovelingly placed right under my window. So even when it rains just a little, the water splashes from that happen to bounce just perfectly to get my window sill and my floor gets soaking wet. So I got up and moved my newly sprouted little flower buds and yanked my screen out so I could slam my window shut before falling back to bed. Disappointed I couldn't managed to get back to the jet packs.
In the morning I woke up and was amused to find my little sprouts had already turned nearly 180 degrees to face the sun better. They're in this little plastic windowsill green house thing with a plastic top. So I took it off to get a closer look at this natural wonder that has always fascinated me. (Even as a little kid I was obsessed with turning plants around to watch them shift towards the sun.) I also wanted to see if they needed any water. After a bit of poking at the soil I decided they were fine and went to put the top back on.
And this is something that I hate about myself and has been bothering me so much. I'm so clumsily. So awkward. even if I try to be as careful as possible. I'm always tripping up or looking foolish. This was one of those times. I don't know how I fucked it up, but the plastic slid a little and I ended up pushing it down slightly on the two sprouts that had peeked through the soil first. It was for less than a second, but the damage is done. They've been crushed. I can see clear bends in their stem. They're so dead. Well, not dead yet, but I don't think they're going to make it. And yes, I've had these tiny little green things for all of five days, but I still feel horribly crushed by this. They were the first
ones. The strongest looking ones. They were so fragile and depending on me for life. And I crushed them.
Blah, so that sucked. Then as I was getting ready to go do laundry? OH HI AUNT INVASION. For serious. Why won't they leave me alone? Bastards. I'm not sure how they even got into that bag of peeps. What a waste of peeps.
Parent's anniversary was today. Forgot to send a card, but at least remembered to call. Omg, my dad can talk about nothing FOREVER sometimes. For while there he was just laughing at some birds in the yard telling me over and over that they're trying to eat a worm. The other sucky part is he tends to mumble a lot when talking on a phone so half the time I could hardly hear what he was saying. I'm a little afraid we're going to have nothing to talk about now that Buttons is gone. It's sad, but the most important thing he did was take care of her for me in his retirement. He now officially has no goals now. Except to occasionally drink and gamble. May I never have that.( A Quest for a Roleplay Canon Review Gone Wrong )