I've got my little bunker set up almost how I want it, it just needs a few more homey touches. I'm thinking of getting a plant. It then becomes a matter of somehow not killing the plant and not allowing it to die slowly from neglect. I truly believe I've evolved as an individual in the years since my last attempt, at least in the sense that I can be trusted to take care of a plant this time around. Look how I've cared for my cat Sam after all. He's thriving, why just now when I rudely closed the door in his face he appeared spry and full of energy. I'm quite sure I fed him today, but you know how the days run together.

I'd even talk to the plant, if that's something people still think is reasonable to do. Maybe that nitwit idea was debunked on "In Search Of..." with Leonard Nimoy many years ago and I just missed it somehow, thrown on the trash heap of wiggy notions along with Kirlian photography and psychic surgery and the existence of the soul. If it's customary I could talk to a plant, no problem. The plant probably shouldn't count on me for too much in the way of advice or emotional succor, but simple conversation, on banter level, that I could muster. I'm used to having one way conversations, after all, having been in several long-term relationships.