~Nosedrops keep falling down my nose, they keep falling~
I am flu-ing now.

I was trying to toast my bread in the oven. At the first toast, it was still pretty. But because I was greedy and wanted it to be brown-ier, I toasted it one more time. And WHOOOSH! IT TURNED BLACK! Really, like totally black. So the moral of the story is to be satisfied with what you have and not try to get more out of what you already have. If not it will all 化成灰烬。 Art, find out what this is.

-希