Day 2 of no internet in the office: things are on the cusp of going full ‘Lord of the Flies’ out here. PGP.

“I hope this message finds you well…” PGP.

Girlfriend puked in an Uber this weekend, considering taking $300 out of a mutual fund that I parked away cash for her engagement ring. PGP.

Threw up on myself while waiting for an Uber with an (almost) one night stand. PGP.

“…has requested a read receipt on this email.” PGP.

Finally broke a 6 month dry spell. Woke up more sore than I’ve been in 6 months. PGP.