It's a freaking hot dog.

It's a freaking hot dog.

I actually made it through the Pink's line. The thing usually stretches down an entire city block. This is for hot dogs, by the way. Every once in a while, you can catch the line stretching for only half a block or--in this case--just along the front of building. On these rare occasions, one always has somewhere else one has to be. Not tonight, baby. I've lived in LA for nearly a year and a half, and this is the first time the stars have aligned so that I had nothing to do but hop in a short line.

The hot dog was pretty good.

Watching:

Chicago

Reading:

Doom Patrol: Down Paradise Way

Wholeness and the Implicate Order

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