Since August 29th I have eaten pizza every day. For three months I have been a person who wasn’t quite playing by the same rules as everyone else. Today I have decided to give up on this thing called ‘dough love’. The pizza sauce is dead. I am a normal person again. The grease will no longer leak from my armpits. My teeth will soften and remember the tender sips of average flavors. I resign from the struggle. I look forward to a day when nothing really happens. I heard nachos are in season.