...I need more cheerful music. -__-
EDIT: Wtf? I have a cut on my finger? I didn't notice that this morning...
EDIT 2: ...That's a pretty big cut... O_O
EDIT 3: As long as I'm trying to remain optimistic, I suppose I should be thankful I wasn't in the kitchen when it happened, or I would have a hundred burning shards of glass embedded in my body and would likely be dying in an emergency room by now. :/
EDIT 4: Yes, turns out the casserole platter was actually made of glass, not plastic, and this is actually a burnt-glass smell, not a burnt-plastic smell. I feel kinda stupid now.