Please understand, sometimes I can't choose what I work on. I can't follow through on a line of thinking just because I want to or because it's needed. I have to work on what's in my head, and right now this is what's in my head.
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I'm in too much pain for that poor plant to jerk on this one. And then I get looped into thinking about who the hell thinks that's a thriving plant? Ouch. And then my brain starts to ache. I've read fantasy novels with torture pits that weren't as deep or dark as that poor pot.