Wednesday, 10 March 2004
*Plop* Goes the ... Oh, Never Mind
I was going to entitle this entry "Saved from Myself." It was going to be self-congratulatory: having had an extremely draining two days, I'd decided to go to McDonald's (hiss) for a no-brainer, zero-nutritional-value meal.
The lines were waaay too long. (See, "saved from myself": I'm so clever.)
Instead I decided to make a nice little treat-myself-to-comfort-food meal and popped a pizza in the oven. (Is there anything sadder than a single-serving pizza?) After the prerequisite time spent baking, with extra credit given for my blabbing on the phone, I took out the piping-hot circle of ham 'n' cheese goodness.
And it. Fell. Right. On. The. Floor.
Today's lesson in applied aerodynamics and quantum physics is that the tastiest side of any food will land face-down on the floor and create a mess exponentially proportional to your eagerness to enjoy the Judas meal, possibly burning you while you try and wipe it up.