Where do I begin?

Let me start chronologically:

I get into University about 30 minutes earlier then I usually do on account of my father calling me at 7:30 in the AM. I reflect on how I used to get up at 6:30am on a daily basis. I consider myself a morning person. So, I walk into the office and start my mourning routine which involves: making my mourning cup of coffee, saying hello to the secretary, and watering my plants. Years ago, when I lost my great office with a window, I moved my plants into a large office known colloquially as "The Fish Bowl". Well, as I walked in to water my plants, I noticed that one little Jade plant was missing. The pot was still there, but the plant itself was gone. The dirt was not displaced, there was no mess on the floor. This was a cutting I took from the secretary's jade. A year I had nurtured it and watched its progress only to have some cruel person rip the plant from its root. I found the stem and the root still intact under the dirt. This really pissed me off and saddened me to no end. I can understand if one has a problem with me, but to take it out on my innocent little plant. Sick people, man. Who would have a vendetta so filled with hate that they could do such a thing and feel good about themselves?

I left a note on the pot which read, "To whoever killed my jade plant. You are a very bad person and I hope the faces of those you have wronged haunt your dreams. "

Then I ran into two acquaintances who could not be bothered to stay and chat for a bit. They just walked right past me. I am so tired of this place. I was working hard today(on a Friday I might add) to get some samples finished.

Ok, resume time.