Today
Saw War of the Worlds last night which was great. Lots of surprise, terror and wonder at the arrival and attack of the aliens. Then I got home at 10:30ish. I put a pot pie in the oven and then proceeded to get mad at the not-working internet for 20 minutes. It finally came on, and I went to read war of the world reviews and talkbacks until bed time at 12:30.
At 4 in the morning Ryan's phone starts ringing (I sleep in a sleeping bag on his floor; ryan is my old roommate's older brother). I pick it up, hand it to him, he puts it back on the floor and then checks the message a few minutes later. It was our buddy David who is vacationing in Scotland right now, asking if Ryan could pay his rent because he forgot before he left. we laughed and went back to sleep.
Ronnie Boxx then wakes me up at 9 to take him to work in a bit and then he informs me that I "almost burned the house down" last night. I immediately realize that I had not eaten my potpie last night. Neither did I remove it from the oven nor did I turn the oven off. He said he woke up at 4 (fascinating that everything happened at that hour) to the smell of something burning (he sleeps on the couch usually) and he found my charcoal brick of a potpie in the oven. And I almost cooked two of them! Luckily I curbed my appetite, or else I would have been out a dollar instead of fifty cents.
At 4 in the morning Ryan's phone starts ringing (I sleep in a sleeping bag on his floor; ryan is my old roommate's older brother). I pick it up, hand it to him, he puts it back on the floor and then checks the message a few minutes later. It was our buddy David who is vacationing in Scotland right now, asking if Ryan could pay his rent because he forgot before he left. we laughed and went back to sleep.
Ronnie Boxx then wakes me up at 9 to take him to work in a bit and then he informs me that I "almost burned the house down" last night. I immediately realize that I had not eaten my potpie last night. Neither did I remove it from the oven nor did I turn the oven off. He said he woke up at 4 (fascinating that everything happened at that hour) to the smell of something burning (he sleeps on the couch usually) and he found my charcoal brick of a potpie in the oven. And I almost cooked two of them! Luckily I curbed my appetite, or else I would have been out a dollar instead of fifty cents.