this morning #1060.

this morning, as i struggled to extricate my now-burnt english muffins from the toaster, i cursed the world. WOE IS ME. why do horrible things like this always happen to me? what did i do to deserve this? in a huff, i unplugged the ornery appliance, brought it to the trash & dumped my intended breakfast out. tossed the toaster in right behind it. opted for a bowl of cereal instead. flashed to when my mom would tell me there were “starving kids in africa.” i wonder if that’s still the case. if so, would they even want my burnt english muffins? i guess they would. after all, beggars can’t be choosers. still, their lack of food shouldn’t impact the fact that i’m privileged enough to be able to throw food out if i want to.