I stared my alarm clock in the face at 11:01 in the morning on September first. If I had any tears left to cry that morning, they would have been shed. My pillow would have been soaked and my body would have been trembling. Instead, my tear ducts were empty - my body did not move an inch. I did not dare make even the tiniest whimper.

 Now, I'll be the first to tell you that one of the most boring things in the world are magical plants.  And maybe you agree with me -- maybe you don't.  Sure, the Mandrakes are kind of cool, with how the scream and stuff; I almost wish I could actually listen to the screams and see what they sound like, but, you know, that's a bad idea.  There are a few other really cool plants, too, but mostly I couldn't care less what combination of this magical plant and that magical plant did whatever...