After my caveman moment last week, I resolved to redeem myself by writing something intelligent and insightful. That never happened.

Worse, the stupid caveman returned for an encore. At 3 AM the other night, I took a break from playing Oblivion and went to the kitchen to get some water. Then I realized that I was hungry too. So, holding on to my glass pitcher with one hand, I opened the refrigerator door with the other and peeked inside. Ah, yes, leftover pizza! Score!

The logical thing to do at this point would be to put the pitcher down first. But the hungry caveman in me had no patience for logic. Me caveman me want food now!

I flipped the pizza box open with my left hand. Ha! That was easy! There were two big slices left, and I grabbed one. It was stuck tightly to the other slice. What now? The rational side of my mind told me to put the pitcher down, but the caveman side kept screaming, "Hungry!" So I tried to dislodge the slice of pizza by pulling at it and shaking it around.

I didn't notice that the pizza box was precariously balanced on top of some other random foodstuff, and each pull tipped it towards the edge a bit more. Soon, the whole box was sliding out of the fridge. Oh no! Fortunately, with my quick caveman reflexes, I managed to catch it. Yay! Unfortunately, I caught it with both hands. Oog.

The pitcher hit the floor with a loud crash, sending hundred of glass pieces in all directions and splashing my feet with cold water. Newton saw an apple fall and thought of universal gravitation. I saw a glass pitcher fall and all I could do was curse out loud. Life can be so unfair sometimes.

As I stood there dazed and confused with the pizza box in my hands, the neighbor's dogs started barking furiously. Shut up, dogs. I spent the next 20 minutes sweeping up tiny bits of glass--not exactly my idea of fun. Oog.