I am unreasonably excited about not having to pay for my flu shot this year. PGP.

Wednesday is waiver wire work day. PGP.

Hit it off with a woman at the bar. She gave me her business card. PGP.

The increasing frequency of pep talks I have to give myself in the morning just to get out of bed. PGP.

Much like my dog just knows he is going to the vet, my liver and bank account know I’m going back to homecoming soon. They are not happy. PGP.

Just got a call from State Farm letting me know my car insurance is going down $20 in January. Did a fistpump at my desk. PGP.

I can’t remember the last time I spent a Friday night somewhere other than my couch. PGP.

World needs plenty of bartenders. PGP.

There’s always trade school. PGP.

Legitimately asking cashiers “How’s your day going?” not out of politeness, but because I’m so eager to interact with anybody outside of my office. PGP.

Tried to haze the pledges at homecoming. Corporate life has made me soft. PGP.

Debating a vasectomy after watching my boss’s kid for a half hour. PGP.