disaster

Few things are more disheartening than staying up way past midnight on the eve of your final dissertation defense to make delicious baked goods for your committee and then burning the entire batch of hot cross buns you worked so hard to make, realizing this not in time to save them but at least in time to hurriedly remove the smoke alarm and place it behind closed doors so it doesn't wake up your sleeping family.

Yeah, I think I'll be stopping by the doughnut shop tomorrow.