I gotta say, my morning was pretty cool. Cooking bacon is awesome, because you get to smell that awesome smell the whole time you do it, and it really doesn't take that long, so you get right to the grub. I cooked a whole pack today, so needless to say I had a bunch of grease in the skillet. What surprised me was when I took the skillet off the stove. The grease caught fire.

It was totally frightening and awesome at the same time. You wanna drop the skillet, cuz there's freakin' flames right in front of you, inches from your hand. But if you do, that hot, hot, HOT grease gets all over you. So I went outside (a fire blazing in my skillet, mind you) and dumped it on the asphalt. I didn't know burnt asphalt smelt so weird.

Anyway, my day went pretty normal after that, until I was stopped by someone on my way to class. They asked me about that grease fire. Apparently they saw me, and you can imagine the image: You're on your way to class, PERFECTLY normal day... and when you look towards one of the dorms, a guy in a sleeveless tshirt and sweatpants comes ducking out of the door with a skillet on fire. So I made his day. I left a scar on the stove, too.

So anyway, that night elf death knight isn't original enough. Gonna do my interpretation of what a Grim Reaper should look like.