When The Moon Hits Your Eye Like a Big Pizza Pie...

It's 3 am and I can't sleep. Well, I was sleeping, but now I'm wide awake, alternately reading a book and pacing the apartment, which takes three steps. Well, I'm exaggerating a little bit. It actually takes five steps.

What I should do right now is crawl into bed, turn off all of the lights, and count backward from 100--my sure fire get to sleep trick.

But all I can think about is pizza.

Big, gooey, warm pepperoni pizza from the place down the street. The place that delivers until 4 am.

It's so tempting. I could order the pizza, drag my fluffy down comforter out to the futon, and gorge myself on carbs and The Food Network .

Mmmmm.

Except it's 3 am and I'm not twenty-one years old anymore. Responsible adults with responsible adult metabolisms do not order pepperoni pizzas in the middle of the night and eat them while sitting on their futons, wrapped in down comforters.

...do they?

Hmmmm.

Well, maybe just this once.