I have bought winter clothes, now I just need winter to get here. It's been really warm the last few days, which has irked me, because it's also been deceptively cloudy. If it's going to be seventy degrees out, then it shouldn't be overcast and raining.
Anyway. I appear to have watered my houseplant (John) to death. After dumping a left over glass of water, of which I have many, into his pot, I heard a weird drip-drip noise. Turns out the water quite overflowed the pot John's planted in and ran all down the back of my small bookcase (not the one my Grandpa made me, thank goodness). It was a hassle to move the thing and clean up all the water. John's drying out in the bathroom for the next little while, and my bookcase seems very empty with no green-leafyness climbing up the wall. But I think he'll be okay after a few dry days.
I used to have a bunch of house plants in my room but having cats put an end to that. They were constantly being knocked over or eaten and John alone survived the Great House-Plant Purge of 2008. Lets hope he survives my inability to finish glasses of water in ways that don't involve me dumping them over his top-soil.