Another scribble (again figuratively) on my Blackberry:

Today I burnt my toast.  I can’t believe it happened.  I’m not sure how I can go on.  My day — no my life — is ruined!

My friend keeps telling me it’s not a big deal.  It is a big deal!  These are the order of biggest deals:  genocide, starving orphans and MY BURNT TOAST!  It’s so obvious, I’m not sure why everyone doesn’t get it.  Sometimes I think the world would be a better place if people wouldn’t be so self centered and just think of people in need like me.

Sure, toast tastes better when it’s not burnt, but burnt toast is a fact of life.  It’s like they say, it’s not the number of times you burn your toast, but how you react to it.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make some toast.