Now that I have my own home, things seem more precious, and my new favorite worry is that I didn’t turn the gas all the way off under the teapot and that my apartment is currently on fire, or that perhaps when I get home, I’ll open the door and the whole place will burst into flames, or will currently be in flames, which would probably be exactly like this:

But of course now that I’m blogging about it, it won’t happen, because that would be too ironic, in which case, I hope I don’t get hit by a car / hit someone with my car / sucked into earth after giant quake .