NPR decided today was a day to play some depressing music.
I decided that today was a day to cook some ramen.
The two of us are on very different planets.
Today was NOT a good day to cook ramen.
I burnt my thumb on the boiling water and could not move it when I did so, or else very hot liquid would have rained down on my toes.
With an icepack on my throbbing digit, I attempted to juggle the bowl and some other inconsiquential thing, thus spilling about half the flavored water onto a pile of magazines (and my right hand).
While attemptig to clean up the mess, my cat decided that was the perfect time to poke the bowl and see if what I had was edible.
I salvaged some of the noodles, but the rest of my lunch went 'kersplat' onto the floor.
So, I watched about 3/4 of 'Chicken Run', went upstairs, and went to sleep for the rest of the day.
What does this teach us?
Do not be flip about ramen the Sunday after a national tragedy.