Last Cinco de Mayo, I ripped Tecate bongs and tequila haircuts. Yesterday, I fell asleep on the couch halfway through an episode of “Louie.” PGP.

Accidentally swiped left on the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. PGP.

Getting shin splints from stop-and-go traffic. PGP.

A summer consisting of emails, phone calls and spreadsheets instead of beer, babes and beaches. PGP.

May 5th used to be about tequila and day drinking. Now it just means four more days till Friday. PGP.

Coming home to eat leftovers on your couch in your underwear and watch Netflix. PGP.

Going to the driving range in preparation of company golf day, because you haven’t played since last year’s company golf day. PGP.

Want to date, but too tired to ever go out and find someone. PGP.

Having a rush hour crush. PGP.