Stirring your coffee with a pen. PGP.

Somehow always getting the cart at the grocery store with a loud, broken wheel. PGP.

Telling yourself, “Tomorrow’s another day,” before noon. PGP.

I like to mix flavors of Emergen-C. I call it an “adult suicide.” PGP.

The walk of shame now being the distance from the restroom to your cubicle after being in there for an absurd amount of time. PGP.