Watched a friend drown a cactus until it finally thrived on neglect.

Poking around blindly seems like a waste of time when a moisture meter gives you a real reading.

Does the book still open and close? Then who CARES what it's made of. That old binder sounds like the type to yell at kids for using calculators instead of an abacus. My vibe is a book that survives my backpack, not one that needs a museum case.

Ever think that stuff was just cheap?

What kind of scraps take three hours to boil?