I could peel the night from the muscle of the sky
So I have had a wonderful de-mothing day full of triage and cleaning and stress and laundry and grief and I went to reheat a brownie so that I could pour some cream on it and eat it hot as I have done with many brownies before, only this time it caught fire in the toaster oven and filled the kitchen with smoke and had to be extinguished under the kitchen tap before I could even throw it out and I smell like smoke and the kitchen smells like smoke and Autolycus smells like smoke and Hestia is in hiding and at this point I'm just pretty sure today sucks.

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I don't know what it is about today. Not as awful as your experience, but the entire box of Melba toasts that Joe had bought was bad from the moment he opened it to snack, and he burned the popcorn in the microwave right after that...
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Sorry today was one such.
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This. I don't know how it works, but it does. There have occasionally been days where I've decided to just fucking call it and retreat to bed with a book as early as possible, because I'm afraid of what else could go wrong if I'm up and moving around.
Sometimes you just have to wait for the world to reset itself and for it to be another day.
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It was the last brownie in the house! I feel like your icon. It is been a tragic evening. The cats are good, though.
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1 Shit
2 I still want pizza.
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Damn. Who do I call for a replacement universe?
I hope the next six months are better. You deserve it.
Much sympathy,
Nine
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And it sucks!!! *insert sympathetic screaming here*
I hope today is better.
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We might have to do that!
Thank you.
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