So at week 8, I'm really really sick of cooking.
Yes, really.
Tonight, I decided that we'll just do delivery. Spent an hour poring over the menu before deciding what we wanted to order and surprise, surprise, the restaurant has since closed (they used to be open for delivery before).
So it's Domino's to the rescue.
I eat pizza but am not really a fan. I'll eat it if it's free (i.e. office lunches, etc) but if I have to pay for it, I'll get something else and considering that we just had free pizza courtesy of the bosses last week, I shouldn't be looking forward to pizza... not for several more months anyway.
... but tonight ? I'm actually drooling at the thought of pizza.
Guess quarantine brings out a different side of us.
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