I'm going to each of my suitemates' rooms. One at a time, methodically. I pause, for dramatic purpose, until I have their full attention. Once I have it, I rushingly, excitedly, breathlessly say, "I'M getting pizza later, for the GAME! " Like a seven year old child.
Now, my roommates KNOW we're ordering pizzas later. They're all "on board, " everyone's submitted their order and venmo'd their money to Sunny who will actually place the order for delivery at 5: 30 pm. But I'm excited. I LOVE pizza (and American, NFL football) and I love being childish.
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