My heart bleeds so easily.

There was this tiny potted flower that my mom gave to me a while back, and I was taking good care of it while I was aware that it existed... but then it got pushed to the back of my desk somehow and I found it dead today. :/ Its leaves had fallen off, (AP Bio experience tells me that it was desperately trying to conserve energy), and I feel so bad because I neglected it and made the poor thing die a long, slow death of thirst. Wtf. I am angsting over a tiny plant? This is why I am strange. I shall use my angsty Roy icon in memory. Of a plant. Wtf.

In other news, I should scan stuff from my sketchbook. And not suck so much at Photoshop-coloring... though maybe that's because I have to run it through OS9, so when I try to do selections and stuff like I've learned at work, everything is laggy and djksfsdkjf annoying.

At least I'm almost done typing up those charts!