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.

“I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone. All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity. Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.” PGP.

Friday is a walk through, helmets and shorts. PGP.

My boss just asked if I’ve heard the song “What does the fox say?” PGP.

It’s unbelievable how down to a science I have microwaving a Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwich. PGP.

Checking the qualifications, not the job description. PGP.

What the hell is that smell radiating from the break room? PGP.

Having a reoccurring dream of being back in college.