46 days

Happy Valentines Day, or less commonly known as Single Awareness Day (if you had forgotten about your lack of girlfriend, that's about to change). Singles need their own day. A day in the Spring or Summer when it's warm enough for short shorts and tank tops. A day where singles unite to party and we bring eachother flowers and giant white and red teddy bears. I feel like that day already exists. Except there's no flowers or bears and instead of a day it's an entire week. And that week is called SPRING BREAK. (see what I did there?)

Valentines Day marks the halfway point between Christmas, and the beginning of spring break. Only 8 more weeks. I think... Let me recount just to be sure. Because 8 weeks is two months and we only have 1.5 months. That's confusing. Ok 7 weeks. Whatever.

So on Saturday I did about the most pilotish thing possible. I flew to Cincycity for the sole purpose of buying authentic aviator sunglasses. No one believes me when I tell them that but it's one of the rare times my bullshit is 100% true.

It's getting brighter and brighter every morning. And it's been in the 50's and 60's for the past couple days. As difficult as it is to admit this, spring is almost here. Two easy weeks until March starts, then we have the iffy shit for like a week or two, then it's full on spring. And then it's spring break. Yeah. I'm really talking about spring a lot.

Regionals was on Friday. 7 and a half hours of sitting in the exact same spot comfortably, only being able to walk a short distance to the bathroom and back. Strikingly, it reminded me of flying a 7 and a half hour flight in Business Elite Class... assuming everyone in Business Elite class along with you was a bro or girl in swimsuit. T'was fun. And now swimming is over and for the rest of my life 8:15-9:30 will be my chill time and not my swim time.

I forgot my headphones. Shit. Well I didn't forget them, I consciously made the decision to leave them at home, but that was the wrong choice.

Ok I'm bored as hell. There is NOTHING to do...