I just watered my bamboo. It seems grateful.
I like my bamboo. It and I have been in a relationship for over a year. We don’t communicate too well verbally; I consider it more of a mental and emotional co-existence.
It is also grateful that I haven’t killed it off yet. I think it may have witnessed the African Violet’s demise. I’ve tried to reassure it that due to its low maintenance requirements it was in no real danger, but I am afraid my assurances of health and longevity are unconvincing.
So I shall tend it and care for it and ensure its survival, for I am fond of my bamboo as I feel it adds a certain aesthetic to my desktop environment.
In the meantime I will consider the possibility that my emotional well-being may in fact hinge on the availability of popsicles and as such, due to a lack of supply, I teeter on the edge of insanity.
I fear the worst.
If anyone has any words of advice or consolation I welcome them in abundance.
So now I shall spend the evening with my mournful bamboo suffering through the predictable DT’s of withdrawal. The tremors have ensued and I eagerly await the hallucinations associated with the discontinuation of frozen concoctions.
Voulez-voulez-vous frozen concoctions.
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>Forget consoling words; get the woman popsicles STAT!