When the massive injury on your left shin keeps you up all night in pain

PLUS in the middle of the night your right calf decides to get an epic charley horse (WTF? WHAT NON-PREGNANT PERSON GETS A CHARLEY HORSE?) and you’re so tired and sore in the morning that you cancel your lunch plans to try to get some sleep snuggled up on the couch and there’s fluffy snow outside your windows and Alexa is playing Beethoven’s ninth symphony and your mom makes your favorite bran muffins, THAT STILL DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT YOU’RE MISERABLE WITH A SUGAR HANGOVER FROM EATING A DOZEN CHOCOLATE-CHIP COOKIES AT LAST NIGHT’S CAST PARTY.

When everyone else works from home and you’re the only one dumb enough to venture out in the icy weather and come to the office

at least you can eat your crunchy snacks without worrying that you’re irritating everyone.

Also: 28% DAILY VALUE OF FIBER!

I’ve somehow reached a point in my life where I unironically think to myself, “I could really go for some 5-Hour Energy and prunes"

Also: Harold has a really disjointed monologue on pages 61-62.