So, I just burned the hairs off my right hand while lighting the burner on the stove (See!!! I am going to set something (read: ME) on fire with that stove!) So I could make a double batch of gnocchi. So E would have something on the table when he came home. Since he left work over an hour late. And didn't call. And he's still not home. So he's prolly in a bad mood. Or something happened to the bike. Or he got hit. Or I should just skip the gnocchi and start calling hospitals. Or...

Wait a minute.

It's Thursday.

He already told me he was going to Games Night.

I cannot brain today, I have the dumb (or at least teh sik).