Pizza in the East Bay

I was sitting in the class I’m taking with a colleague. It was the fourth session, but I had not yet read any of the assignments nor even the syllabus. My project team was reporting out about our work and I excused myself to get something out of my colleague’s office down the hall so I wouldn’t have to answer any questions.

After class, I went back to the tiny apartment I was sharing with about ten other random strangers. I tried to do laundry but there was too much stuff piled up and some of it landed in the toilet (which was next to the washer), so I decided to take a nap instead. When I got to my bed, my cousin was asleep in it with his girlfriend.

At that point, I’d had it with all the random people and drama in the apartment, so I decided to get out for a while and go into town for a bit. I was planning to call some friends and see if I could move in with them temporarily, but then I walked by the pizza place and saw that they had a special. I decided to call friends and invite them to have pizza with me instead. Sadly, I realized I didn’t know anyone in the East Bay to have pizza with anymore, so I decided to eat alone.

When I got inside, there were several people from my class there. They were all much younger than me. We started talking about what dorms were like at UNCG in the 1980s. I realized that one of my classmates was very adorable and was very obviously flirting with me. This freaked me out a little, but I decided to play along and see where it would lead.

At that point, of course, the alarm went off and I woke up, with neither boy nor pizza adjacent. Sigh…

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