Goodbye, Cruel World

Goodbye, cruel world,
I’m leaving you today.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Goodbye all you people,
There’s nothing you can say,
To make me change my mind.
Goodbye.
--Pink Floyd

Okay. I confess. I'm a plant murderer. Yet another plant died a sorry death yesterday. I don't even know why I bothered getting that money plant in the first place. I knew that it would die on me.

No matter what I do, plants just don't survive with me. I was usually accused of not watering them frequently enough. Well, even my cactus died. And after a post-mortem conducted by my botanist/zoologist brother, it died because it had too much water! Can you beat that? You can't win any way...
No more plants for me. Ever.

I've just started reading a "New York Times Bestseller"- which doesn't say anything for the quality of the book. Plus, it's written by someone I haven't heard of before. I didn't have much time yesterday to search for a book at the library- so I resolved to walk in, go straight to the P-R shelves (why P-R? I don't know...just a random selection), and pick the first book I saw. And this was it. Read a chapter so far. Not bad.


And, I am now a Yahoo Launch "Fanatic"- I've rated 1500 albums/artists/tracks to date. 3500 more and I'll be a Launch "Addict" :-D