The other morning I managed to get myself trapped in a line a Philz, which now conveniently wraps you along their flyer wall/free book shelf.  What a treat!  Not really sure why Spike Lee is at the back of some congo line or why some birthing consultant wants to make me throw up my Fruity Pebbles, but, hey, I guess this is what one deserves for paying for overpriced coffee and ingesting 3 pounds of vegan donuts.

Also, this reminds me that it's time to schedule that vasectomy.  Snip snip!