First pizza

After finishing my first pizza in this country I could slowly start function again.
I’m the kind who could live without pizza, burgers or any type of chips; whether it’s Swedish chips or French fries (point being; salty) for as long as I live.
Easily.
But now it was just one of those rare moments when your hunger’s been eating your testiness from the inside for a very long time, forcing you to take measurable steps to overcome it.
Today, pizza was the salvation.
I got very cranky I have to admit. Blaming everyone in silence for things that wasn’t their concern.
And as always she got the biggest blame.
Feel kinda bad about that now, not bad enough to apologize and admit my error of course.
Just bad.