Can I go home now? PGP.

Having to lie to coworkers on Monday morning to make it seem like I had an exciting weekend. PGP.

My girlfriend got me tickets to both a Packers game and a Brewers game in the same weekend for my birthday. I have to cut her loose because she set the bar too high on birthday gifts. PGP.

I should probably start watching the news or something. PGP.

Wanting to slap the shit out of your friend when he pulls out the, “have your people call my people” joke. PGP.

Desk sores. PGP.

The office is having a party on my last day. It’s to welcome the fall interns. 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.

Law school is by far the worst kind of hazing. PGP.

Moved one time zone east. Now the PGP posts start one hour later. PGP.

Your boss calling to tell you he has out of office meetings all day, then seeing Facebook pictures of him at a golf tournament. PGP.

“Let’s do lunch soon!” really just means “Let’s do lunch never.” PGP.