DND

This morning as I was walking into work, I saw a pizza box on the ground. It had an entire pizza in it, and was top-side down. Rotten luck for whoever dropped it. I imagined the scene in my head, with the dropper realizing as the cheese oozed over the sidewalk curb that today was just gonna be one of those days. Best to call time of death right then and there (of the day, not the pizza) (well actually, the day and the pizza), go home, hang a sign on the door, and crawl back into bed.