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Mar. 12th, 2009 07:57 pmPizza.
New York City pizza.
Oh, yes. Oh. Oh, good.
Nothing like New York pizza. Not New York-style pizza. Pizza from New York. Nothing compares. I suppose in a way it is like Philadelphia cheese steaks or Boston cream pies.
We covered our slices in handfuls of oregano and pinches of Himalayan pink crystal salt.
Adam didn't get home until almost four in the morning and slept until almost noon. Hopefully he will have this weekend off, or at least one day this weekend.
Pain levels are down. I am about to take my medication.
New York City pizza.
Oh, yes. Oh. Oh, good.
Nothing like New York pizza. Not New York-style pizza. Pizza from New York. Nothing compares. I suppose in a way it is like Philadelphia cheese steaks or Boston cream pies.
We covered our slices in handfuls of oregano and pinches of Himalayan pink crystal salt.
Adam didn't get home until almost four in the morning and slept until almost noon. Hopefully he will have this weekend off, or at least one day this weekend.
Pain levels are down. I am about to take my medication.
