I yelled at an egg this morning.
I was irritated because when I cracked it upon the side of my pan, I shoved it too hard, and a third of it spilled out upon my stove. It required 3 yes 3 paper towels to clean up, and I (slightly) burned the tip of one finger in the process. I haven't yelled at something inanimate like this since sometime last year, when I attempted to cut open an avocado that was not quite ripe enough at the time. "Oh, FUCK you then... just fuck you." I ate half of it, muscled through about another quarter, and then gloomily had to throw the last portion away. That was terrifyingly inconvenient. Just like losing a piece of my egg this morning. My voice is hoarse then, just as it is now. This has all happened before, and it will happen again.
I yelled at an egg this morning.