There’s nothing like getting in some freelance checks and depositing them, even though you know the money was already spent two months ago.

Wishing Death. On the kind individual who keeps leaving WHOLE BOXES OF GIRL SCOUT COOKIES around my office. As if the bowls of leftover Halloween candy weren’t enough of an issue, now you need to leave giant minefields of blood-sugar implosion in your wake. May your children stay up for three days straight on a Snickers binge.