Pizza
I have this sneaking suspicion I'll be eating pizza for every meal until I go home Thursday morning. Seriously, who goes around, at 11 at night handing out a large pizza to each room. Oh, right, my RA. But, really, dinner was about some 4 hours ago, give or take. I wanted to say, "You're lucky I don't have clinical yet, otherwise, I'd be in bed by now, thinking, "Who the hell is knocking on my door?! Eff that." And roll over to go back to sleep.
I'm reheating the pizza in the oven. Let's see if it burns.
I've finished 13 books since I came back to QU (A month and a week now?), 14 if you count 3 Cups of Tea. Hmm, I may need to get a life, because I'm starting to average more than 2 books a week and my wallet can't handle that kind of stress.
I'm reheating the pizza in the oven. Let's see if it burns.
I've finished 13 books since I came back to QU (A month and a week now?), 14 if you count 3 Cups of Tea. Hmm, I may need to get a life, because I'm starting to average more than 2 books a week and my wallet can't handle that kind of stress.