no more nukes

it's a celebration, a rite of passage. the microwave embedded in my apartment died with a whimper a few days ago and i'm glad. now its rotten corpse is gone and in that old atomic spewer's location, a plant resides dead center.

a plant is a much more pleasant thing to behold than a microwave oven. i barely considered replacing the monster with another equally horrific appliance, as i have what seems like dozons of times before. as each day passes i realize it would be a waste of time, money and space, ethics and logic.