I call SHENANIGANS on my frikkin' DINNER

Recipe for disaster? You tell me.

Take:
bread loaf baking pan
two frozen, thin porkchops
the last can of potatoes
the last can of cream of mushroom soup
spices
one very, very tired and possibly coming down with something eliyes

Cover bottom of pan with soup straight from the can, roughly half the can. Arrange porkchops in pan. Spice lavishly with ground black pepper. Cover with the rest of the soup. Arrange potatoes on top. Spice with yet more pepper, ground thyme, and the secret ingrediant, cinnamon. Cover and bake until done. (I went with about 45 minutes on 350)

That's the part that turned out okay. (Although maybe I was a little too lavish with the pepper, but that was all right.)

Now take:
one very, very tired and possibly coming down with something eliyes
a very full, very heavy plate of hot food
a tall glass of the last of the gingerale
a desk that refuses to cooperate

I spilled the gingerale onto the food. I spilled the food onto my lap. The corner of the plate hit the keyboard just right to trigger shut down prompt. Spilled the food onto my lap again.

*sigh*

EDIT: Now, you may wonder what I mean when I say "very, very tired and possibly coming down with something". I was so out of it that, as I discovered this morning when I got up, I did not turn off the oven. It was on 350 degrees ALL NIGHT.

*whimper*