I found this while randomly checking a now defunct padfly account.  I remember writing this during a typhoon a couple of months ago and am putting it up here for posterity’s sake.

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My cactus died today.

Well, it probably was already dying the whole of this past week but it was only today that I noticed.  A co-worke gave it to me last year as a Christmas present, something to liven up my then incredibly bare station.  The cactus was … oddly shaped and was named Richard because it resembled the shortened version of that name.  Don’t worry, it’ll come to you.

Anyways, I am saddened that it’s dead.  Right now it’s shrivelled down to about half of its former size and I guess by the end of the week it’ll be nothing but a dried up stump.  An oddly shaped dried up stump, but a dried up stump notheless.  I remember bumping against it the previous week and I guess that was enough to uproot it.  Who knew that cactuses (cacti?) were so sensitve?

But, I guess, in the grand scheme of things, that it lasted eight months on a desk is a miracle in itself already. 

Still, it’s depressing to look at right now.  I probably won’t get rid of the dried remains though, because I like keeping weird shit like that.