I didn’t feel like cooking, largely because I didn’t really sleep more than an hour or two last night (pay attention, that detail is going to come up again in a minute), so I stopped at Greco on the way home to get some pizza. This is the second time in less than I week I’ve gone in there. Bad trend, especially since I’ve been walking by that place since August and had managed to stay away until lately.

Anyway, I got my 9″ grecoworks and my 9″ garlic fingers (was only going to order 6″ but you know how they are, asking briskly if you want the bigger version while gesturing emphatically at the appropriate meal deal on the menu board. You are powerless in those situations).

My apartment is a good 15 minute walk beyond Greco, and the last time I got pizza it got pretty cold on the way home. I don’t have a microwave and I intensely distrust the oven, so I wasn’t really keen on repeating the experience.

Check out this dizzying display of mental agility: I decided that the only logical thing to do was to put the pizza in my book bag, so it wouldn’t get cold. Because I had books and a laptop with me, this mean putting the pizza in tipped up on it’s end. But don’t worry, I carefully arranged it so the side of the box with the air holes was pointed up. Didn’t want any grease to leak onto my Master’s Thesis. Also, I’ve only slept one hour out of the last 36 (see, I told you that detail would appear again).

I am happy to report that upon arriving home the pizza was still luke-warm. I am less happy to report that all of the cheese and toppings have formed a tight clump lining one side of the box. It’s almost as if someone yanked the cheese off the top and rolled it up like a gym sock. I am amazed at how bare the pizza is – not a green pepper or a mushroom left, just sauce and crust.

And to think, I spent the the last day trying to convince the government they should pay for my PhD. It’s not looking like the smartest investment just now…

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