Too scared to click on the “Your card statement is ready” email the day after getting back from SXSW.

Called in sick and my boss asked if I could come in for a little while.

Already thinking about how early you’ll go to bed tonight shortly after waking up.

Dreamt I won the lottery again last night. PGP.

It’s Friday and I’m here. That should be good enough. PGP.

Fantasizing about faking your own kidnapping to get some time off. PGP.

Jimmy John’s taste. Subway budget. PGP.

I probably peaked at 21. Maybe 22. PGP.

I haven’t gotten a work email in two weeks. PGP.

1: “So what are you planning to do with your Christmas bonus?” 2: “Pay bills, probably.” PGP.