I would have to try

I think to myself, how stereotypical it is.  A six pack of bottled beer in one hand and a pizza in the other.  I also think of how the city is very much not the way it usually is.  Snow piled up taller than most people.  Ice over a foot thick that I commute over.  For most of my meals I’ve been cooking since I haven’t left the building.  But now, tonight, I’m done with cooking and it’s time for some pizza and beer.

And I’m okay with that.