Kitchen ordeal...

So yesterday I had all these little errands to do and it was like a comedy of errors in my kitchen. In the morning I had pulled out a loaf of bread I had frozen only to discover that the bakery forgot to pre-slice it, so I had to leave it out to dethaw enough to slice myself, only because of the freezing-dethawing process, the crust started to fall off whenver I'd cut it once the loaf was unfrozen enough to cut, so there was all these crumbs and crusts just sitting around my sink while I cut.

Then, I had dirty dishes in my sink, and these two shirts with stains on them that I need to pre-treat, so all my work was under the shadow of these tasks I needed to get done, and I also had all my vegetables I needed to slice up, when somehow while slicing the falling-apart bread I bumped the cabinet and my one-litre thing of olive oil fell out and hit the floor and its plastic cap came off upon impact, spilling a ton of olive oil all over the floor, so then I had to wipe that up and use dishwashing liquid to remove the residue olive oil as best I could, while all the meanwhile some oil had somehow gotten onto my house-sandal bottoms and I was tracking that across the kitchen tile and the hardwood floor in the dining room, since for some reason the oil wouldn't wash off my sandal soles.

The reason the olive oil came out, too, is that I had been firing empty egg cartons in the cabinet with the idea that one day I'd take them to go recycle them, and even though they stopped recycling styrofoam a month ago, I kept putting them in there, since I couldn't bear to throw out all of the cartons -- the fact that I had like thirty of them saved up made the idea of throwing them all out at once that much worse! -- though the fact that there was enough of them in the cabinet to press down on the olive oil enough to make it susceptible to flying out of the cabinet at the bump of a door made me collect them all in like three plastic grocery bags to go throw out, though I was running late to meet a friend to go downtown for a concert, so I just had these bags of egg cartons sitting around my kitchen, while my counter was full of crusts and the floor was full of olive oil residue, and all the vegetables I needed to cut up were stacked in a heap on my very small kitchen counter, all of which made me exasperated at the time since my kitchen is claustrophobic in the first place and it's much worse when you have all these undone tasks crammed into it.

You know, though, now that I write this down, it doesn't seem like that much, though it did at the time. I guess I shouldn't pretend I have problems when there are people with real problems out there, like brothers and sisters who want to fuck each other.