Pizza Planet, Saturday
See, there was this thing. The first time Jen had been in the 21st century, she'd been a little too busy to get a full pop-culture immersion course. And blogs hadn't taken off yet, in the year 2000.
Jen was in 2008. Jen had a computer. Jen worked two days a week at a pizza parlor, and didn't have to spend all her time chasing 31st-century criminals before they blew up half the city.
Jen had a massive hangover. But Jen had discovered blogs, and thus had completely forgotten to come up with a special today.
She was here, though. Despite the pounding headache.
[OOC: Still no OCD, and SP for a couple of hours while I go out for lunch and errands . . .]
Jen was in 2008. Jen had a computer. Jen worked two days a week at a pizza parlor, and didn't have to spend all her time chasing 31st-century criminals before they blew up half the city.
Jen had a massive hangover. But Jen had discovered blogs, and thus had completely forgotten to come up with a special today.
She was here, though. Despite the pounding headache.
[OOC: Still no OCD, and SP for a couple of hours while I go out for lunch and errands . . .]