My friend and roommate Corey typically dreams up imaginatively sadistic outcomes for this venture. In one, I awake to find a protractor embedded in my chest. In another, a black protractor appears in the sky above our apartment (think Dark Mark, not Bat Signal). But the other day he thought up something sweet: an envelope arrives in the mail with a protractor inside, marked in the right hand corner with the infinity symbol.
The selection for today comes from across the East Liberty area. Enjoy: