This evening, I decided to save some money and cook my own dinner. I'm not inclined to put any great effort into my culinary accomplishments, so tonight's meal was Kraft Mac & Cheese, served piping hot and covered in fresh-ground pepper. I went to set the final plate down on my desk. There wasn't quite enough space, and the entire plate toppled over, landing face down on my chair mat, spreading very hot macaroni and cheese across my chair, my chair mat, and my hand.
I ignored HULK MAD and went straight on to HULK SMASH. I roared in pain and rage. If there had anything convenient and inexpensive, I probably would have broken it. Chopsticks would have been ideal. As it was, I crushed one of those disposable tupperware containers in my fist as soon as I was done using it to clean up the pile of wasted pasta. I also stared into the window above the sink, with the running faucet billowing steam, breathing shallowly, for longer than I would have previously thought neccessary.
It's all cleaned up now. No damage to chair, mat, hand, or carpet. Just one disposable tupperware container, one box of Mac & Cheese, and one hour of my life.
And I'm still very hungry.
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