• Today was a good day. I've gotten some shopping done and--well, that's pretty much it, but for me that was a very productive day for once.

    I've went home, and I prepared myself a medium-sized pizza. It was semi-home made; it wasn't totally originally made from scratch like tomatoes or grains, nor was it premade, but it was from stuff in cans. I baked it in the oven, watched a bit of TV, and once it was done I left it out.

    I went into the shower. I'm a night shower-er, you see. I'm incredibly drowsy in the morning. Once I was done, I wore some nice fresh clothes. I was so ready for my pizza. I walked into the kitchen and--wait, where the hell is my pizza?

    I look in my parents room and I see that they each have a slice of pizza. "Did you guys take all of the pizza"
    "Yeah," said my father.
    "Didn't...you leave me any?"
    "Oh, no. We forgot"
    My heart felt like it was gripped.
    "What...the hell am I supposed to eat then?"
    "Isn't there anything in the fridge?"
    "NO, THERE IS NOTHING!"
    "Well did you look in the pantry?"
    I looked in the pantry. There were cans of spam. Nothing else. My eyes begin to water.