That audible sigh of relief when you find out that everyone’s least-favorite person isn’t coming in today. PGP.

The fuck is a Shmoney Dance? PGP.

Sometimes I make my bed for the sole purpose of feeling like I have my life together. PGP.

Wishing I lived in the ’70s so my chest hair and pattern balding would be more socially acceptable. PGP.

Monday I started P90X. Tuesday I finished a large pizza. PGP.

Beginning all online shopping sprees by clicking the ‘sort price: low to high’ option. PGP.

It’s almost “drive to work in the dark, drive home in the dark” season. PGP.

Depression from your team’s loss on Sunday violently colliding with your Monday depression. PGP.

Not sure if my shakes are coming from my hangover or my coffee. PGP.

Budget cuts. PGP.