Heeeeey, it gets better.

I actually got home at a decent hour today, because I wanted to beat the foot of snow we're supposed to be getting. The weather report said "southeastern communities" were going to be hardest hit. YAY! That's me! I love snow! (NOT NOT NOT). They're saying an inch an hour, which I can believe if I look out the window.

Anyway. Came home. Took a long bath. Checked the TV schedule. Decided to make something to eat. I have some of those Lipton "pasta sides," and I was going to make the Alfredo one.

Decided to go through the mail. I am messing with some legal stuff, and the papers all arrived today, so I lay down to read them (prone being my favorite position in which to read). I have a candle (lilac, very pleasant) going in the bathroom (leftover from the bath).

So I'm reading these papers, and pretty soon I start to smell something. "Hmmm," I think to myself. "It smells like burned grilled cheese. I wonder why."

About 10 minutes later, I think to myself, "Hmmm. It REALLY smells like burned grilled cheese. Why would it smell like burned grilled cheese in my bedroom?"

And then I had that magic moment, when I realized that I had water and milk on to boil for the noodles.

Whoops.

So, it stinks, and I completely burned out, to the point of no return, a pot, of which I only have two, and I'm still hungry, and that was like the only food I have in the house, seriously. I've been going without lunch this week and eating dinner out (for as cheaply as possible) because I haven't had time to get to the store.

Geeeeezo Pete. First I leave my car running for 3 hours, then I do this. Anybody want to lay bets on just how much more braindead I can get?

Candy