i have never had many sensory overloads ever, until some exceptional incident today.
i was walking out of my therapy session today, i told my dad before i went in that i would like to order a pizza when we got home. the herapy session went well, no complaint there, but i was not expecting my father to give me his phone, with the pizza lady already on the line, right when we walked out before i had a chance to make up my mind as to what i would be indulging in later. we walked to his car, in a small parking lot and the tenant right across the small lot was practicing violin loudly. i know i am making Himalayas out of a molehill, but the playing of the violin, plus a persistent pizza lady on the line waiting for me to order a pie i do not know, and my dad verbally rushing me made pizza ordering impossible and i'm sure i let him down.
besides, i order the same thing all the time anyway, could have just went with a large pepperoni but i felt like i needed to spice things up a bit. exactly how i did not know!
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