Burned the pan
What a shit couple of days.
I think Yesterday has to go down in th history books as one of the most shitty days that has ever graced the entire history of crap days. It’s been complete bollocks.
The day started abruptly. Let’s start at the beginning… midnight. Well, OK, the first few hours passed without incident. It got to 2AM, however, and I was beginning to feel a bit peckish. After raiding the cupboard for such culinary delights as 8p Tesco Supernoodles, I thought I’d have something a little more satisfying. And when I say a little more, I mean little.
I stuck my head in the freezer, and pulled out a boil-in-the-bag chicken curry. Mmm, yumstable. So, I slap it in the pan, and start my trusty stopwatch. I have a habit of forgetting what time I put stuff on, so the stopwatch is always handy.
I settled down, in the comfy chair to watch some telly while my curry happily defrosted itself to perfection. And, no doubt at some point in its life, it would have been done to perfection.
TWO HOURS AND THIRTY-EIGHT MINUTES LATER, I am awoken by the smoke alarm. Me, being the stupid fucker I am, had fallen asleep. Indeed, my curry, and its surrounding plastic bag, had turned to some smouldering black rock-like substance literally welded to the pan. A faint, foul smelling haze decended upon the house, as I took the pan out into the back garden, and threw a bucket of water over it. The poor thing was completely destroyed, naturally. However, my dad thought he’d be able to rescue the pan. Oh dear.
I’m knackered, so I’m going to cut this entry short, but something else that went shit was work, thanks to a snotty email from a “certain” member of staff… I will keep my true feelings out of this blog, because anything about work in here is truly irrelevant. I type about my life in here, and not about things that make me want to end it….
God, that email must have upset me.
