Nothing says Monday morning like the smell of urine as soon as you enter the train station. PGP.

Feeling like George Young walking through the airport in Blow when you leave the gym with a duffle bag full of their towels. PGP.

The only thing I pre-game is bed. PGP.

The sunrise was really nice this morning. PGP.

Getting way too worked up when people don’t reciprocate the thank you wave in traffic. PGP.

Scheduling a check up at your pediatrician’s office. PGP.

Fantasy trade proposals from your unemployed friend cluttering your inbox. PGP.

Hoping your car magically fixes itself. PGP.

Matching black and blue socks. PGP.

That extra hop in your step around the office because you got the win in fantasy football. PGP.

“I swear these pants fit last week.” PGP.

When moving your phone to the other side of your desk is really “changing things up” at work. PGP.