I want pizza for supper again tonight. And the obligatory bottle of Coca-Cola.
But I have perishable breads and I am loath to let them perish before I can eat them if I listen to the pizza hunger.
So I won't be having pizza tonight.
And I have enough food to not need to go for any groceries until Friday, when I will next have pizza.
Unless I can't help but have more pizza before Friday.
Wow, I was about to go to Mortuvhen because I got to thinking that that was where I had to go when it's either to Mavranyr, which I'm going to set my determination on making daily again come August, or to the adventures of Bryce Dewitt, the portal master.
Well, user anyway. There's no mastery to the use of the portal.
Or is there?
I really don't know.
And he can't either because to this point, he hasn't even experienced the portal for the first time.
But with 22 minutes left in the morning, it's probably not the time to be trying to join him on his adventures when I am not feeling his story.
There are 156 days left in the year after this one and to this point, through the ups and downs I don't even have to harvest 28 rows a day.
Though if this slide continues...