Dear Pizza the Hut

Dear Pizza the Hut,

Get out of my dreams, bro. Seriously, you want to talk about active rest… Let’s talk about Pizza the Hut chasing me around night after night in my dreams.

I’m exhausted, I’ve dominated work, dominated a WOD, put the kids to bed, and I’ll I want to do is sleep, and who shows up? Pizza the Hut.

  
Am I going to have to put in a call to Lone Star? I will not give in to my evil desire to eat pizza. Must. Hold. Strong.

No joke though 2 days ago I smelled a piece of pizza, didn’t eat it, just a nice deep inhale of pizza smell.

Love,

Slater

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