remember when i had that dream about the spaghetti? well, it almost came true.

i was making chicken and broccoli alfredo last night and almost set myself on fire. in my dream, it was intentional, but last night was completely by accident. i really like thick spaghetti-- fettuccini sometimes doesn't boil evenly and few things are worse than partially cooked pasta-- so i was cooking that and one of the noodles fell out and landed on the burner. the noodle was burning and smoking up the place, but i don't notice because i was trying to dice up the chicken and work out the broccoli. next thing i knew the smoke detector was going off. i thought it was being overly sensitive and overreacting over the boiling water and the steam. i look up and realize my kitchen was quickly filling with smoke and i start to choke. i opened the windows and aired the place out, but it was completely fucked up. here i am, a few days earlier dreaming about dying by setting fire to my place with spaghetti and here i've gone and almost done it. that's fucked up.

now, if only i could hone my premonitory skills toward lottery numbers.