Burning Teflon is my anti-drug

It's been awhile since I tried to set my apartment on fire. Probably a record for me actually. I got home from yoga and decided to have a nice cup of tea before bed, so I put the tea kettle on the stove to boil, and then settled in front of the computer for a little internet stalking while I waited. Soon a burning smell started wafted around me. It took awhile for me to catch on that something was really burning in my apartment and maybe I should go into the kitchen and check it out. Finally, coming to my senses, I went to the kitchen to find that I had not turned on the burner under the tea kettle, but rather the burner over which an empty frying pan was sitting. I think I ruined my skillet, and now the stench of charred teflon has filled my apartment. I am starting to seriously doubt my ability to live alone.