I wanted pizza. I ordered pizza. Now I’m eating pizza. A vegetarian Chicago special from Chicago Pizza. Sigh. I really wanted the Chicago special–the one with sausage. I miss pork, I miss sausage, I miss pork chops.
And when it is really windy out–I hate the scarf I bought in Buenos Aires in 1998. I can’t wear it anymore, because it is the same scarf that Arafat wore. That black/white checked fringed scarf. It was really warm and quite wind-proof and I don’t wear it anymore.
I’m going to go back to my veggie pizza now.