Some stray observations:

If you ever happen to meet me in real life, don’t be put off by the look of anger/disgust/aggravation on my face. After growing up being bullied and picked on, I perfected a look of annoyance designed to make people think twice about engaging me, and it worked, so I walk around glowering at everyone and everything. It is second nature at this point and I don’t even realize I’m doing it. Rest assured though, I am personable and engaging, and only partially filled with rage.

For the past month or two I have been overwhelmed by stress and anxiety, with quite a bit of depression thrown in. My stomach hurts constantly, I hardly sleep, I have been going through antacids at an alarming rate. Most of the time I feel like I can’t eat, but after not eating for 16 hours or so I get so hungry I start eating and don’t stop until my stomach hurts in a different way. Then, on top of all the stuff that is causing me the stress and anxiety and bad eating habits and lack of sleep, I get to think about all that and it depresses the hell out of me. I’m not suicidally depressed or anything, don’t worry. I would never kill myself, but strangely that fact just further depresses me sometimes. Also, this might be why I have that look on my face everywhere I go.

Even though it probably wouldn’t make my life any easier, or even come in handy more than a couple of times a month, I wish I had one of those industrial, 30 second toasters like WaWa or sandwich shops have. Imagine, having all my toasting needs fulfilled in such short order! How glorious it would be! All my sandwich bread would be toasted, every bagel, all cheese would be melted and gooey, day old cookies would be warm again in an instant.
I know that all that sounds like very little and of small consequence, but perhaps, just perhaps, it is all I need in life to wipe that disgusted look off my face, at least for a little while.
30 seconds, perhaps.