I go through no less than five fantasy scenarios about my office burning down during my lunch break. PGP.

Going on a “day date” at the zoo instead of tailgating. PGP.

Four of the twelve top sites on my browser are pizza places. PGP.

There’s no way anyone at work could confirm or deny that I was here today. Why am I here? PGP.

Just got my first email about my ten year high school reunion. Time to start working out. PGP.

Old friends calling. On accident. PGP.

Summer needs to end so I can go to bed in the dark. PGP.

One email. 17 words. 32 exclamation marks. PGP.

The 3:30 pm line to get to the leftover barbeque from a client lunch. PGP.