One of my addicts gave me a plant for my office because he is this "creepy green thumb botanist nursery worker who might love his plants too much". He gave me the plant yesterday and I told him it wasn't a good idea to trust me with living things, I mean I let my sister roll over on my bird when I was little smashing it to a nice quarter inch thick. He said not to worry he would come in and take care of it everyday and since I talk to myself all day that would help the plant grow.

So I come into work today, I have had the plant for less than 20 hours, and the damn thing is dead.... It had pretty flowers all over it and now it is a pitiful display of how inept I am of taking care of things.

I think i will just throw the plant out and tell the client that it relapsed and left he program.