Cheese Squish

I stared at the sandwich in the frypan, somehow able to count the seconds as well as count all the ways my life was going wrong.

I got to 250 in both before I flipped the sandwich. Little dark on that side, but still good.

I probably could consolidate some of those ways, I'd gotten it down to a more concise 150 when the other side was done.

I turned off the heat, slid the sandwich onto a plate, cut it in half, and took a bite, burning my mouth.

So 151 ways things had gone wrong, it turned out.