Friday, April 29, 2005 elementary
A few seconds ago, I took a drink of my tea, and it was cold. I wasn't shocked, because I do that all the damn time. I have enough attention span to prepare a beverage, and later enough to drink it, but when it comes to gauging how long to take between the steps, the channel keeps changing in my head.
Then I took a bit of my instant oatmeal, and it was cold and cardboardy, with little pieces of semi-shrivelled instant apple just floating around to break your heart. Now I'm beginning to wonder: did I fuck up boiling the water?
ETA: A few seconds ago, I hit publish, and I was pretty pleased with myself. I thought that "Did I fuck up boiling the water?" was a good "kicker:" rhetorical question with an obvious answer, needing no further commentary. And then I went and decided it wasn't enough to bitch about my ruined breakfast on the internet: I was going to do something about it. I got up and went to the kitchen with my tea cup and oatmeal bowl, and I put them both in the microwave. First I carefully removed the tea bag, because I remembered that it is mae with a tiny metal staple, and everyone knows you can't put metal in the microwave. Then I put both the tea and the oatmeal in their separate containers in together, pushed the "quick on" button, which is intended for people like me who are too lazy to push multiple buttons, and spaceed out for about twenty seconds. When I floated back to reality, there was one slow, insistent thought rolling up against the edges of my skull. It came to me one word at a time, with a pause between each.
"Where's......" OK, "Your....." oh, something of mine. Missing. That's awful...".....SPOON????" Then I dived for the microwave and pulled my oatmeal bowl with the metal spoon still in it off the still-rotating platform. posted by Frenz | 4/29/2005 09:03:00 AM
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