99% of my work is done in 5 minute bursts. PGP.

Got to the office five minutes early. Left my laptop at home. PGP.

1: “Did you already eat lunch?” 2: “Yeah.” 1: “Do you want to go to Chili’s anyway?” 2: “Yeah.” PGP.

The post-lunch scramble to find an open stall. PGP.

Last meal of 2014, frozen pizza. First meal of 2015, frozen pizza. PGP.

I haven’t gotten a work email in two weeks. PGP.

One of these days, I’m going to scream “Shut the fuck up” out loud instead of in my head. PGP.

I’m still not sure if I have to work Friday or not. PGP.

Seeing something NSFW online and immediately going to your phone to look at it. PGP.

I want to break up with my girlfriend, but I can’t afford the rent by myself. PGP.