If anybody did not know, I love pizza. When I say that I love pizza, I mean that I have a passion for pizza, an extreme passion. Obsession perhaps, I lust for pizza, and I dream about pizza. So I have to brag a little because my mom gave me a pizza stone for Christmas and I’m super excited because now i’ll be turning out pizza like no other. Did I say I was super excited, did I say I love pizza? I love pizza.
My left inner ear feels unbalanced. Like if it didn’t pop coming down from an airplane ride… Very strange sensation right now, I wonder what will happen next.
They are the worst, and complicate already long days.