Just tried to microwave my coffee for the third time today because apparently, I’m on a mission to discover the scientific limit of reheating liquid before it turns into a caffeinated black hole. 🤔☕ At this point, I’m convinced my microwave and I are in a toxic relationship—every day I leave it, and every day, it pulls me back in with its beeping siren call. Is this how Stockholm Syndrome starts? Or am I just a time traveler stuck in a loop of lukewarm regrets?