“I’m pretty much not doing any work until next Tuesday.” PGP.

The moment of panic when you realize how little you’ve accomplished this week. PGP.

“Maybe if I open this bottle of wine I’ll actually get some sleep tonight.” PGP.

“You got any job leads?” PGP.

“I can probably go one more day without doing dishes.” PGP.

The last minute scramble to make Memorial Day Weekend plans. PGP.

“Yeah, he’s calmed down a lot since college.” PGP.

Never getting used to how awkward you sound on your voicemail. PGP.

“Come to think of it, I probably had a drinking problem in college.” PGP.

“I have to contribute to society tomorrow.” PGP.

Should’ve invented Tumblr. PGP.

Brunch, the gateway meal. PGP.

“I’ll be getting up for work in a little over 30 hours.” PGP.

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking this much?” PGP.

Flushing with your foot just to be safe. PGP.

Staring down at your phone to avoid conversation during long elevator rides. PGP.

“Is it the Sweet n Low or Equal that has the harmful stuff in it?” PGP.

Lunch at your desk being slightly less depressing than lunch in your car. PGP.

“At least I worked late enough to miss most of the traffic.” PGP.

When there’s no one on Gchat. PGP.