The Best

So last night was supposed to be pizza night with the fam. I was *patiently* waiting inside my room up until my mum walks in decked out and ready to go to dinner with my dad. THEY FLAKED. So my natural reaction was one of disappointment which was quickly ceased by asking my brother out to get some damn pizza. He said yes! So we took the trek all the way to Miami's Best and got a large cheese and tore that shit up. Dee-lish. What's in store for today? Going back to urban to buy In Rainbows with some Christmas money, probably walk around and get a coffee, and then take the lonesome drive back to my abode and listen to it all day. Hooray! No but really, is it normal for one to be so damn excited about this?