My Friday nights are becoming eerily similar to my Sunday through Thursday nights. PGP.

LinkedIn suggested that I connect with the officer who arrested me freshman year. PGP.

If Monday had a face, I would punch it repeatedly. PGP.

Coughing and sneezing as loudly as possible in hopes that your boss will send you home for the day. PGP.

The stare down between you and a coworker over who will answer a call first. PGP.