No pizza for you.

Fate has decreed that on the one night i really want pizza (actually, it's more often than that, but we don't have the divine pizza here that we did in philly), the pizza place i dig is closed.

Further complicating matters is the fact that Dean was going to pick it up on his way home from work, and doesn't have his cellphone with him so that I can reroute him to another pizza place.

And lastly, I don't feel like cooking, and by the time Dean gets home, cooks something, I will be sound asleep, I'm betting.

Bebother and confusticate!