if you're around on friday and you happen to buy something from the stall it'll come in one of these new and improved, life affirming, profoundly reassuring paper bags. there are fifty of 'em and they all say something different. hoo! wah! they're like fortune cookies without the gross plastic cracker/biscuit thing.
in other news, my plant is okay, ma wants me to leave it downstairs for a while, which has a social services/not fit to be a mother vibe, but at least she's treating it right and it's recovering. i'm sorry for what i did to you, plant.