I joined a bowling league, mainly to have an excuse to drink on Wednesday nights. PGP.

In some ways, I might be turning into the female version of George Costanza. PGP.

My headphones haven’t been connected to anything all day. I just want to make sure everyone leaves me alone. PGP.

I fell asleep during a haircut last night. PGP.

Considering adding alcohol to my coffee to make this place at least slightly tolerable. PGP.

I hope I find a new job soon so I can put this resignation letter I wrote months ago to good use. PGP.

My friend just told me she saw my boss at the bar watching the game. He told me he was going to Staples. PGP.

At least the obnoxiously loud construction going on outside is drowning out the voices of my coworkers. PGP.

I created an entire imaginary future based on the one job application I just filled out. PGP.

Getting caught staring out the window, looking like a “puppy that can’t wait to get outside.” PGP.