The bar exam. PGP.

Acid reflux. PGP.

A few of my fraternity brothers came to stay with me for a drunk weekend. They brought Coke Zero as a mixer. PGP.

The office coffee pot is broken. PGP.

Its just hitting me that I won’t be going to football games every Saturday this fall. PGP.

The amount of anxiety that comes with deciding whether to sign your email off with “Best,”, “Best regards,”, or “Cheers,”. PGP.

The casual “So, like, what’s the deal on the ‘random drug tests’ policy around here?” question when starting a new job.

Had to actually send a fax today. In the year 2015. PGP.

When there’s no one on Gchat. PGP.

The Supreme Court making you officially thankful your boss isn’t a religious nut job. PGP.

Motion to bring back “Dick’s Picks” to PGP because the undergrads on TFM do not know the saga of Dick Perry’s rise to fame and epic collapse. PGP.

Found out they’re moving me to Omaha. PGP.