The World: “Jenn, it’s midnight. You have to go work at the radio station.”
Jenn’s Internal Clock: “But, but…it feels like 6 pm.  Isn’t it time for a mai tai?”

Yes, I am back from seven eight beautiful days in Hawaii.  (We were scheduled to come home last night, but our flight was cancelled.  Damon and I both took an extra vacation day to recover from jetlag, so we passed up the rerouting options and decided to just stay another day.)

I can adjust to new places like [snap] that.  Just give me my iPod and a corner to set up some stuff of my own, and I am golden.  It’s the return transition that’s really difficult for me.  I get really depressed at the notion that I’ve had this amazing experience, but it’s raining in Indianapolis, and I have to work.   The fact that Bloomington is eerily quiet (most of the student body moved out while we were gone) does not help.

Jenny Downer, Jenny Downer! I will quit my bitching and attempt to show a glimpse of my vacation.  The only thing I have right now are some pictures I took from my cell phone, but rest assured, big image-laden updates to follow.

This is Waikiki Beach, where I spent a majority of my time:

Damon and I on Tuesday afternoon.
[Not shown: his crippling sunburn and my outrageous freckling.]