Uh-oh. I think I might have forgot to turn off the oven. Damn, I always do stuff like this just before going on dates. Now I'm going to be totally preoccupied, and what really sucks about the situation is that it's my first date with Marsha, and she's going to think I'm brooding and distant. Which I'm actually not.
What to do? Do I go back? I actually can't, if I want to make it to the restaurant on time for the date. Man, this is one of those situations where I wish I could just make my mind a blank and dispel all these nagging concerns. The funny thing is, I'll probably get home later and find that I had shut the oven off after all.
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