[oblomov]

ummm....
well, i was walking down a residential street in toronto. garbage is sorted into various containers for pick-up here, and a lot of people have little hutches, or whatever, to keep them all in (and away from those horrifying raccoons). anyway, so i was trudging along, pondering something dark and tragic no doubt, when i noticed that one of these hutches was wide open and in total disarray. there, sitting on top, was a squirrel triumphantly clutching a perfect piece of toast in both paws and daintily nibbling away at it.
of course i just fell to pieces.