I flew back from California. My luggage flew to Poland. PGP.

Waking up late and getting to work on time means I just found my new wake up time. PGP.

My floor’s bathroom stalls do not get reception. PGP.

I listen to podcasts more than I listen to music. PGP.

Stressing over a three day project revamp, only to end up being told the original version was fine after all. PGP.

Last week at my job, all desire to even act like I’m trying is gone. PGP.

The woman next to me brought fucking spaghettios and is eating them at 8 a.m. I’m going to throw up. PGP.