Someone’s been cooking something awesome all day.

It’s a small apartment building, so if someone downstairs starts into the cooking, it gets up here in a real hurry. I never bothered taking any kind of time to learn to cook–it’s just me, I’d be cooking for 1 on most if not all occasions, so what the hell for? But in this particular instance I almost, almost wish I had. So instead I’m ordering pizza. And they tell me my logic’s gone screwy.

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