In Augusta during Masters week… at my office, doing work.

Someone pulled the fire alarm. Only daylight I’ll see today. PGP.

Twenty-five sittin’ on 25…one dollar bills. PGP.

Work, gym, eat, sleep, rinse, repeat. PGP.

Coworkers spoiling Olympic results that haven’t been televised yet. PGP.

Freshman 15 meet postgrad 30. PGP.

Consistently deciding to stare at a cinder block wall instead of doing your job. PGP.

Finally getting the bathroom all to yourself, only to have someone come in mid-poop. PGP.

When you re-watch your favorite childhood show and identify more with the burnt-out parents. PGP.