I'm feeling (especially) like a man right now.

I'm eating my frozen dinner, which I somehow managed to mess up slightly. I opened the package in the first place with my Swiss army knife and cutting the tray on the bottom, allowing the butter/water that the corn was in to escape once microwaved. I don't have a napkin, my big mug of kool aid is right next to my plastic tray, and my Oasis song just came on (yet again). Now if I could just find a strawberry pie in the freezer or something, life would be perfect.

Oh, stop looking at me with those looks.