Managing amounts of money that I have no fucking chance of ever having myself. PGP.

I literally did nothing at work today. Seriously, nothing. PGP.

The office is my one escape from my A/C-less apartment. The office A/C broke today. PGP.

Office hosted a “Sunday Funday” yesterday. Got three “Where are you?” emails before 7 a.m. PGP.

1: “The Summer Interns already leave?” 2: “Yep.” 1: “So winter is truly coming.” PGP.

Had plans for the weekend until my boss decided otherwise. PGP.

Puked, but did not rally. PGP.

There’s a fine line between being underutilized and being unnecessary. I’m walking it. PGP.

Going from “it’s not alcoholism until you graduate” to “it’s not alcoholism until you’re married.” PGP.