The Mystery of Me

Yesterday marked the last day of my two-week vacation. My first vacation in about seven years, actually... No, of course I'm not a work-a-holic. I'm just a loser with no life. But love, ahhh I have love. I miss him already. He's still airborne at the moment...he's been on the plane for twelve hours already. =( I hate that he's making his first two plane rides EVER all by himself, the first being his trip out here and the second being his trip back. Especially a flight that long. It's a looooong plane ride non-stop to/from LAX from/to Melbourne.

( Cut for length and piccies! )