Threw out some vodka in my freezer to make room for Hot Pockets. PGP.

“Management will be in town this week to discuss changes they’re making to the office.” …fuck. PGP.

I brought in a box of donuts this morning and watched three people’s New Year’s resolutions crumble to pieces. PGPM.

My belt is becoming more of an accessory and less of a necessity. PGP.

That second bottle of wine on a work night: good in theory, entirely ridiculous in practice. PGP.

My week feels like Monday, Monday #2, Monday #3, Monday #4, Friday, Saturday, Pre-Monday. PGP.

My apartment has fleas. I don’t have a pet. PGP.

Went to bed last night with a smile on my face thinking about the coffee I would have this morning. PGP.

Took 13 hours to drive home. Took 13 hours and one minute to realize I left my apartment keys at my parents’ house. PGP.

I got a raise and have no idea how or why it happened. I’m not asking questions. PGP.

My company not having its shit together is the only thing keeping me from being fired. PGP.

1: “Did you already eat lunch?” 2: “Yeah.” 1: “Do you want to go to Chili’s anyway?” 2: “Yeah.” PGP.