Catching the Pizza Fairy in action

Usually I aim to be asleep before the Pizza Fairy gets his wee hours assembly line up and running.

It's intriguing to watch.

It's been a pretty decent day. RTO exhorts us to enjoy ordinary days while we have them. I think I did that pretty well today. I'd show you the images that my lj lurking cohort loaded onto his server, but the main page is Huge, and contains some contraband unflattering photos of me. They're all text or something. I can't just give a link to the cool photo of me blowing bubbles, which must've had a slow shutter because the bubbles look like those Donnie Darko wormy things, and, I appear to have cheekbones. (Makes you reconsider certain Cynthia Heimel theories all over again, eh, fangirl715?

Came back and skipped running just so I could return infinitehotel's book, (and he wasn't there!) and ended up loitering at the diesel too long for some evening plans, and then on the phone with family too long for the rest of my intended evening plans. (Then again, one was to meet up with folks who are planning Firefly, which apparently requires not sleeping in my car, so my interest in attending is reduced by at least half, since I don't have a tent on this coast.)

So having folks over for pizza after midnight sort of makes up for the lost evening.
And now the first one is ready for consumption. Woot!