Dinner and a Show

My local pizza hut is a comedy of errors. I dropped in on my way back from my grandma's and decided I may as well sit in the warm and wait for my pizza, during which time I eavesdropped on Italian Guy With Failstache lecturing Dorky Little Blond Pizza Noob about how Pizza Is Srs Bznss, and chewing him out for slacking off while a harried-looking Asian dude tried to referee and take everybody's orders at the same time. It was like walking onto an episode of Fat Pizza, I swear.

It was a sweet pizza though, aside from the way the cheese constantly tried to escape and stick to the bottom of the box instead of the bread. Then I finished off the bottle of not-quite-champagne I got for my last birthday and now I am sitting here drinking tea and watching Spaced with my cat. Try and gauge today's level of trauma from that.