crawling day.

I'm having trouble concentrating today. I feel like I'm just floundering along wondering why Amazon Kindles are so expensive and watching videos of Jimmy Kimmel's love affair with Ben Affleck. And I just really have to blame it on one thing.

Mashed potatoes on top of pizza. Mashed potato pizza. Potatoes. On pizza. Pizza Potatoes. In my mouth. Can't. stop. thinking about it.

Pretty much, I figure that I have 7 or 8 hours left until I eat some. But until then, I will tell you that "we smother our pizza crust in buttery-garlic baby red mashed potatoes and top it with broccoli, fresh-diced tomatoes, cheddar cheese and a sprinkle of smoked apple hickory bacon - served with a side of sour cream".

Sometimes people are all like "ew. potatoes on a pizza? that's sick" and I'm all like "SHUT UP YOU STUPID JERK!" Then I shove a piece of broccoli up their nose, regret it immediately because I love broccoli, then go eat some pizza and think about things.