Sweetheart gone bad.

I learned something today. I learned that burning bread smells really bad. So I was microwaving some Sweetheart in order to dry it out into bread crumbs to coat the chicken cordon bleu I cooked for dinner. After being nuked for two minutes I thought it could use another two. I was wrong. It caught fire. When I opened the microwave door a large plume of smoke rose from the charred remains of the wheat product. This was no ordinary smoke I must add. No, this smoke made my eyes feel like I was stabbing at them with q-tips and my lungs feel like I had forced an entire can of pressurized insulation up my nose. If any of you have had the unfortunate opportunity to walk through the gas chamber in basic training, it’s about like that. It kind of makes me skeptical about what they put in their bread. At any rate, I did learn a few things from the entire experience. First of all don’t microwave bread for more than two minutes and second; our smoke detector is broken.

In other news the concert last night was great! Probably one of the better concerts I have been to. I have also realized that I have gone to more concerts this year than I have in my entire life. I had to be in the front row for this one, so I arrived at the arena an hour early. Just as I had expected there weren’t many people there, but it would have been difficult squeezing my way through all the other dedicated fans. This was the first time I had seen anyone from Type O Negative in concert and it ended up being thirty dollars very well spent. If I were standing a few feet more to my left I would have probably caught the drumstick he threw into the crowd. Oh yeah, and the other bands were cool too.