Sorry to leave you with tacky, uninspiring reposts, but I've been busy wondering why-oh-why I actually came back from vacation instead of selling the rental car, growing my hair out, building a makeshift hut from rainforest leaves and cow dung, foraging for grubs and fruits to survive, swimming in the ocean, eating raw tuna, and basically behaving like a lankier Gauguin with tourists and locals alike. Minus the Syphilis, of course (fingers crossed!).
Bring your umbrella to work today in case it rains McCain. Eeeesh.