so i almost set my room on fire a few days ago.
shhh. dont tell my landlord, lest i get kicked out.
i was sitting at my desk reading while flossing my teeth with the fan blowing in my face because its so ridiculously hot and humid here. (those who know me well enough know that i'm a smell nazi, and so i always have incense and/or my oil burner lit in my room.) earlier in the day i had balled up a piece of tissue paper- for i dont know what reason- and put it on my nightstand next to my cup of tea and my oil burner. so apparently the air from the fan had slowly pushed the tissue paper close enough to the oil burner for it to catch on fire- which i didnt notice till half the tissue had ignited.
freaking out, i picked up the tissue paper and blew on it, which only sent little bits of paper flying all over my desk (luckily it didnt ignite anything else), and the little fire raged on.
i intended on rushing the paper to the bathroom and tossing it into the toilet, but as you can imagine, the paper was burning VERY quickly, and halfway across my room, it got to hot and kinda burnt my fingers, so i dropped it onto my carpet.
at this point, the whole tissue was on fire, and i was kind of hyperventilating. i grabbed a shoe and smooshed out the fire, whispering shit shit shit to myself allthewhile. the fire eventually died, and now i'm left with this ugly burn mark on my carpet.
i hope my landlord never sees it. right now, my yoga mat is masking my evil deed.
but really, it was scary, and i was shaking for a while afterwards.