Why did I do that?

Sometimes…. a lot of times I don’t know why I do the things I do.

Example: This is a slice of cleverly named Periodic Pizza from the equally cleverly named Atomic Café at COSI. Despite its failing school district lunch appearance the pizza is actually very good. In fact, where this to be served at a bar in a combo meal with a pitcher of beer and jalapeno poppers I would say it was the greatest ever. The only problem is I have never had Periodic Pizza without feeling extremely sick shortly after. Yet, I keep going back.

Today I walked downstairs and actually thought about the pain lunch would cause me and STILL chose to go ahead pound this thing. So here I sit, stomach in knots, it sure did taste good though.

Could I really be this dumb? Ehh, probably.