Third level angst.

Why is it so difficult to put the misery and angst here?
I come here, and it gets shy.
Song sung blue?

Mannie has been making an orange and almond cake. How bridal.
The oven has broken. It was cheap and nasty anyway.
Unfortunate timing vis a vis the cake.

Gray is distressed, and I'm making sympathetic noises, but really, I don't care much.
It's just a broken oven and a (possibly) ruined cake.
It's not that sad.
We still have hotplates. I can cook the cake on top of the stove if I must, surely. Isn't there a method - like a boiled fruit cake? It's just a batter. There must be other ways to cook it.

I can't think about cake now.
I'm too unhappy.
This has all (knee, heartache, job) been rather hard.