Getting a whiff of the dark roast you had earlier when at the urinal. PGP.

Dreading your coworkers’ attempts at April Fools

Tore my meniscus playing softball. Doc either said, “You’re degenerating,” or “You’re a degenerate.” Either way, he’s right. PGP.

The paradox of days passing very slowly, but the months passing all too fast.

The high today was 75. The low today was when I ate my lunch alone in my car.

“Sort by price: low – high”

For Lent, I’m giving up. Like in general, just giving up. PGP.

I can’t imagine how tired I’d be if I actually worked 40 hours. PGP.