Ending an email with a passive-aggressive smiley face. PGP.

Attempting to go for a run, but becoming so disconcerted halfway in that you find a Car2Go and drive home. PGP.

Those nights when “dinner” is half a bottle of Two Buck Chuck, a row of Thin Mints, and a full serving of shame. PGP.

I’ve learned how to sleep sitting up. PGP.