I'm sitting in a coffee shop right now. Next to the bathroom. It's ok, my nose doesn't work properly, but my eyes work just fine, and I'm busy observing how people approach the bathroom. Being me, I've broken them down into discrete groups:

Due to a cunning investment in an old shopping cart, I have been able to vastly increase my trade in recycled goods. This has allowed me to pay off several credit cards, an unfortunately legacy from my freewheeling days as a venture capitalist back in the dot com days (remember freesporks.com? chocolatesporks.com? iguanasporks.com? no? thus my current situation). Here is an ACTUAL CONVERSATION I had with an unnamed credit card company about an hour ago:

csr: thank you for calling BANK, can i get your account number please?

Aw, crap. Space Nakji just "tagged me", which I guess means that I need to fill out some answers or something bad will happen. Actually, there were no consequences listed, so maybe nothing bad will happen if I ignore it. As tempting as that sounds, I'm fairly certain that with my luck, I'll decide to enroll in Clown College tomorrow (clowns get all the ladies, you know), and i'll be walking down the street in my brand new clown pants when someone will suddenly fling their enraged ferret out the window, and its trajectory will undoubtedely terminate in my pants.