I have (green) blood on my hands

Wow, I'm tired. I had a good day, though. It was my work party this evening, which means they let us off work at 3:00 so we could go to the local (small) waterpark. In the company of several of my fellow co-workers, who are also female, single and about my age, I went down the tube run and waterslides who knows how many times. Then we had a nice barbecue dinner and a game of miniature golf to round it off. All in all a pleasant evening, especially since I get along with those girls really well. We're already planning our next excursion: a small town about an hour away from us is having a Scottish festival. I've been before and it's so much fun, so I invited the girls to come with me in 3 weeks.

Oh, and sad news. When I returned home this evening I found my pretty little plant completely wilted. I definitely don't have a soft touch when it comes to plants or flowers; generally, well, pretty much always, I end up killing them, even when I try really hard. So I think, to save a life, I've going to have to turn it over to my dad or my stepmom for intervention. I only hope it'll be in time. I kept watering it. Maybe not enough, but it didn't die of thirst, I'm sure of that. It also needs direct sunlight, which it probably isn't getting in my room, so I put it outside to see if that will help. Poor thing. It was so nice and pretty with such beautiful blue flowers when I bought it, but it was downhill from the start. I thought I'd put it in my room to brighten it up. The poor thing probably thought it was going to get a nice home, and then I take it home and murder it. I did put it in a pretty yellow pot and tried to be nice to it. Maybe I don't know what my plant wants. I think I have a red thumb--the exact opposite of green and the color of blood, which is what I have on my hands. Poor plant. I hope it lives. It just looks so sad and wilty.