Still trying to convince myself that I am one, really big poop away from my pants fitting right again. PGP.

Size 36 on Friday. Size 38 on Monday. PGP.

Using Tinder as my main source of social interaction. PGP.

Today in the middle of a meeting I dropped my pen on purpose, just to feel alive again. It was a rush. PGP.

“Would you mind coming in early tomorrow?” PGP.

“What do I have to lose?” PGP.

Boss fired someone three weeks ago. I’ve now been doing two people’s jobs for three weeks. PGP.

My hair smelling like coconuts right now is the closest thing I’m getting to a vacation for a long time. PGP.

I’m old enough to remember when Facebook required you to have a .edu email address to become a member. PGP.

I have $23 in my checking account to last until payday. PGP.

I’m undefeated in my non-money “fun” fantasy league. I’m 2-4 in all three of my three money leagues. PGP.

“My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.” -Patrick Bateman. PGP.