Work, Netflix, sleep. PGP.

The Monday after the open-bar company Christmas party. PGP.

My life is now basically just waiting until I get to go to sleep again and then not being able to fall asleep when that time comes. PGP.

All I want for Christmas is a career change. PGP.

I can’t drink margaritas anymore because of the heartburn. PGP.

I only smoke when I work. PGP.

Getting up to go to the bathroom out of boredom, not necessity. PGP.

Working a job I hate, to live in a city I despise. PGP.

Getting called a “bad girl” by my IT guy for streaming Pandora. PGP.

The effort going into faking sick on the phone is more work than I would actually produce in a day. PGP.