My GP is closing her practice.

Medial epicondyle.

Monday morning fire alarms that take up my ONLY MORNING BREAK where I planned to get breakfast and more coffee.

Typing a thing with my hands shifted to the right one position.

I just realized that I left my work notebook at home.

I kept thinking yesterday was Friday.

Compressed timelines.

I just got about 40 messages all at once from Emily on Hangouts. It looked like she got hacked. Turns out, Jr got her phone and just started pushing buttons.

That's okay, Verse. I didn't need to be scrolled that far down in my list of messages. You can scroll me back to the top.

The post-vacation email catchup.

Gordon.

Returning to the office after a long weekend, at the beginning of an already shortened work week.

I misunderstood the previous Grump context. Turns out it was legit.

Someone is trying to access my Mint account.

I have a meeting that overlaps with my team happy hour.

Business processes changing and not getting fully disclosed.

I just typed "giphys".

Airbuds.

Monday.

I am sextuple booked for a slot.

I have a massive headache.

I need to clean my glasses.

Even though I didn't check the "Send me marking crap" box when I placed a flower order recently, I still got signed up for marketing crap.

I don't have enough brain to select a new GIF for the TV.

Meat death.

I forgot to bring a sweatshirt.

Guy yesterday: "Don't take anything out of the room."
Guy today: "Uh, all this has to be moved out."

There's a hair that's placed just in the right spot on my right leg, such that when my heart beats, the hair twitches just enough for me to feel it. It's driving me crazy.

Old, outdated air conditioner systems.

On top of all the other drama today, the fan in the air conditioner condenser failed today.