6 AM. I woke up on the couch, thinking: My. Who's cooking this early in the morning? That smells pretty go... OH SHIT!
In case you've ever wondered what a Tombstone Supreme Pizza looks like after spending all night in the oven, well here's your answer.
Darwin awards, here I come! It's a miracle I haven't already naturally deselected myself from this world. Jebus.
To top it off, I was supposed to attend a friend's gallery opening last night, where his work is on exhibit. I was going to eat, and head on over. Instead, I pass out and almost burn my place to cinders. So now I'm not just an idiot. I'm an idiot and an ass.
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