911: "Address."
Me: "sharing... So how do I put it out? Well, it's bigger now."
911: "someone is on the way..."
Outside:
Me: "Well, now I can't make my potatoes in the microwave."
Me (text to room mate): Fire in our apartment. It's under control. Don't call me yet.
Me: "For the reference, I wasn't making a BAG of popcorn."
Me: "I'm cold and I want this blanket."
Sarah: "That's too bad."
Me: "I'll start another fire."
"There's soot on our dishes in the cupboard."
Tonight I started a grease fire I didn't know how to put out. It was a very contained fire. It never left the pan. I was making caramel corn for a 4-H event on Thursday. Building 4800 was evacuated and I met some friendly people. My apologies to all of those who were outside. I can't write real sentences right now because I just want to drink milk.
The rest of the night shall be spent drinking whole milk.
Maybe I should make cookies for the people who live in my building...
This is the microwave after Sarah cleaned it.
