I got a few calls when I was at work tonight from neighbors who were concerned about my burglar alarm going off. I assured them I was fine, and then I told them it couldn't be my burglar alarm because it's disconnected.
Anyway, I arrived home to find the carbon monoxide detector going off and urgently flashing "GAS." (Unplugs carbon monoxide detector and slowly backs out door.) Turns out I left one of the burners on the stove on for, oh, about 11 hours. Sadly, this is not the first time I have done this. I had a similar episode at my place in Portland a few years back.
After throwing open the windows and turning on a fan full blast, I am now left with this problem: Having watched far too much TV, I am hesitant to turn on any lights, the TV, etc. (Though apparently I was OK with firing up the laptop. Eh.) Also, I am a tad reluctant to go to sleep, lest someone discover me pink and bloated a few days down the road.
Exciting way to kick off the ol' birthday, anyhow.
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