Well... shit...
My fireplace exploded.
Well, not so much the fireplace itself but the glass covering it. It's one of those false fireplaces with pieces of fiberglass wood, but it uses a real gas fire ignited by a pilot light.
Structurally speaking, the design is incredibly stupid. The glass being only inches from the flames, it has a tendency to get extremely hot, even after only fifteen minutes or so. I'm still not positive as to what the cause was, it could be that the glass overheated, or perhaps something cold came into contact with it. Whatever the reason, the glass broke, and it didn't just shatter, it blew out with velocity. Enough velocity to impale a few shards into the back of my computer chair, and one shard into my leg. The wound wasn't severe, and the pain didn't come from the laceration as much as it did the heat of the glass (which was hot enough for the shards to singe my carpet).
Considering the physics of the event, there must have been another factor present to make the glass actually explode. Shattering is one thing, but there was a force present strong enough to propel the glass shards several feet across my room with enough strength to lodge them into the back of my leather chair.
I immediately turned off the gas and the pilot light and was quick to open the doors and windows to ventilate the house.
Needless to say, it gave me quite a shock. The glass is thick, at least quarter of an inch thick. It won't be cheap to replace, and I don't have the option to leave it that way as the air-shaft leads outdoors and cold air will creep in.
This is shaping up to be a crappy week. My fireplace explodes, and just last Friday somebody stole all the money out of wallet.
There is no such thing as karma.
There is no God.
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