microwave mental hygiene

sometimes when i'm feeling really down and self destructive i stand too close to the microwave while heating up the kids' lunch. and sometimes when i'm feeling really frustrated by the state of the world, and how nothing i do seems to matter, and no one will vote for Obama, the only candidate with guts and passion, until Oprah kicks their butts....on days like that, i don't recycle water bottles. and as i commit that modern crime, i wonder to myself how long it will take for the stupid plastic bottle to decompose in the regular trash as opposed to the recyling bin which i understand just generates a lot of wasted energy too by the time they shlep all the recylables in a gas guzzling truck to the recycling plant and spend all the energy it takes to melt it down and turn it into something else. and speaking of pointless recycling, throw into the big blue trashcan that my ex is writing a Memoir at the ripe old age of 51 with the "voice" of a 17yo. yet another Recovering Addict story because we need another one of those. Laced with much homage to his 70s pop icon dad from whom he still wants approval. i call it Psych 101 meets Introduction to Photography. in fact, it's a thinly veiled 12 stepfordly attempt to meet chicks. and that too makes me wanna stand next to the microwave while i'm heating up the kids' lunches.