I microwaved a hot dog for lunch (bunless; 97% fat free Hebrew National; if you're into that kind of thing) and as I was leaving the kitchen, it fell off of my plate and onto the kitchen floor and without realizing it, I was yelling, "Noooooo..." like it was a great catastrophe and there weren't 5 others in the fridge for me to heat up another.
Moments like these make me realize that watching Liz Lemon on 30 Rock is like looking into a crystal ball.
