My dad finally called about an hour after he said he’d call. Went over and got him then stopped at the store and picked up my blood pressure medicine and stuff for pizza. I am so tired at this point that I just don’t care. I came home and went immediately into the kitchen, heated up the stove and I’m making quasi-deep dish pizza as we speak. It’s so odd. I’ve never actually made pizza before. I’ve seen my mom do it, and I’ve helped, but my sole pizza-making experience has been reheating dominoes pizza or heating up frozen pizza.
So I guess this is a big step.
Got the wrong kind of sauce, got it with olives and sun-dried tomatoes in it, but hey, it’s pizza, I making it, now I hope to god it’s edible.
God help us all.
Have to be to work in 32 minutes. No sleep this afternoon. Good lord, I’m tired.
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