On March 17th I posted about how crater-like the parking lot at work was. Since then, nature has begun Life After People-ing and reclaiming its righful greenspace back from the clutches of the industrial parkway. Soon, my entire office will be a lush fern forest teeming with wildlife.
All day at work today, I had a fever induced fantasy of coming home and immediately ordering an all-together-too-large-for-anyone's-good pizza. It would be dripping gallons of fluorescent orange oil, blanketed in pounds and pounds of nebulous white cheese and covered in the cheapest, unhealthiest pepperoni ever...prefereably spelling out "I'm eating meat because I'm sick and I don't even care...I do what I wanna" (the pizza would be more than large enough to fit all that writing). Then I would eat the whole thing by myself and be magically cured from everything all at once. Instead, tempered by Nicole's always better judgement, I had this. It didn't magically cure me, but it was a far better decision than what I was planning for the evening.
"...it was a far better decision than what I was planning for the evening."
ReplyDeleteNicole should change her name to "Buzz Killington." :-)