After a celebratory night together in Columbus, we cheered in the New Year at Bodego and made it back to the apartment by 12:15 a.m. I was offered a delicious pizza from down the road, but I quickly responded and recommended just making a pizza in the oven at home. I was done for the night, out like a light, but the pizza stayed up way too late. Luckily, a few hours later my boyfriend woke up due to the overwhelming burnt smell and tossed that pizza outside. I've heard the smell of something burning with no obvious explanation can be a sign of ghosts, which I've experienced. No ghosts here, just plain old foolishness. I hate to say that this was not my first close encounter with ovens, smoke and fire either.