Plant sentience or anthropormorphism?

Perhaps I shouldn't take rejection so to heart, but I've been in a grumpfunk for a day and a half now and frankly, I'm quite tired of it. My plants, the poor things, they seem to flop this way when I'm unhappy.

Perhaps tomorrow's blip will be one of cupcakes or cookies or something, eh? I think some time in the kitchen would do me some good.