Egg on the Ceiling (not on the Face)

So today I am doing many many things. Actually that is a dirty dirty lie. Today I am mostly trying to avoid going into work even though I know I *should* go in and if I do go in, it would make things possibly much better for many other people.

So instead, I decided to clean the kitchen. While I was cleaning the kitchen I decided to get the ingredients ready for a nice salad that I'll have for dinner. So I chopped some veggies, washed some romaine and fried some bacon. The last thing I did was put a small pan of water and an egg on the burner to boil.

Then I came into the living room, sat down, and opened LJ. Now, the thing you have to know about me and LJ, lately at least, is that it makes me actively insane. Seriously. INSANE. I lose all sense of propriety and time passes and I used to understand the concept of a back button but not this past month. I think I was gone to long offline and my LJ-Senses are all too raw now and I don't have the proper buildup of cynicism and wank that protects most of us from acting ass-backwards online.  I can go to work and have to fire people in the middle of shifts and stay for over 24 hours AND deal with a lice break-out AND run a couple of groups and then take everyone swimming and it is no big deal. I open LJ and I lose my shit.

Issues people, I got them.

But today feels like a pretty sane day and I miss the reports and the links and the general chatter so I sat down to read my flist. And I read and I read and I read.

Then I heard the explosion from the kitchen.

I exploded an egg, y'all. The water boiled away and the egg sat on the hot burner and I guess pressure built up and then it went BOOM and it kinda sounded like a less loud shotgun pop and now there is hard boiled egg everywhere.

LJ is dangerous.