The official face of Mondays.
You know what else happens on Mondays? Brain dump.
 We are officially 44 days away from being Australia-bound. That's scary. List of things that are planned: our flight. That's it.
 I'll admit to occasionally wishing my other lung would collapse, mostly because I got a little spoiled not having an alarm clock for 6 weeks, and also being able to watch Kelly & Michael every morning. The hospital made really good omelettes also.
 My dad let me use his power tools yesterday. He's not a Jesus kind of man, but I'm pretty sure I caught him doing the up, down, left right cross motion as he handed the air-nailer over to me.
[4a] I won't ruin the surprise of what I am making. Mostly because it probably will either go awry or I'll just get bored of the project, either way if it miraculously ever gets finished I'll share. Until then, use your imagination.
 I brought in freshly baked girlfriend cookies for a bunch of the guys I work with. I'm not stupid. I know how to get ahead in this world.
 That was clearly a joke. I brought them for the guys who carry down boxes for me every day when FedEx brings them. Believe me, they deserve cookies.
 I wish I was wearing a hippieband like in that picture above. Any day is better with a hippieband.
 I'm not really a fan of the term headband. Blair Waldorff wears headbands. Hippiebands go across your forehead; headbands go on top of your head.
 Did I mention that we leave for Australia in like a month and a half? If anyone has ever been to Sydney, Cairns or Brisbane, throw some recommendations my way. Our list of things to do literally consists of "shrimp on the barbie, shamelessly flirt with surfer dudes, pet koalas "
 On that note I think it's time to close out this post. I've made myself seem incredibly airheaded. Check back tomorrow, I may actually compose something of value.