Ok sad story. SO I tried to make baked potato 🥔 because I need brunch, but it died. 30 minutes in the oven and it erupted in yellow, sandy chunks that rained down on the oven rack like steaming piles of disgusting, golden bird poo. The sound it made was unholy as well. I came to notice it all the way in my closed office with music on only because the explosion sounded like every demon in hell had risen up collectively to release their flatulence in unison within the bowels of my home. I am depressed. Not only am I now deprived of my brunch, but I also have to clean up an oven that looks like a someone who just ate Chipotle had to... release into it. My day is ruined. Now I will crawl into my bed and cry.