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Saturday, January 03, 2009


Somewhere, someone is asking about that post I was going to write about my various experiences and observations during my time in eastern and southern Australia.

I think I hear my father reminding me to send him the link to my photo album. It's been almost three months since my return and had only just cleared out my carry-on last week prior to embarking on my weekend bro-fest in Whistler.

I still have yet to meet my travel agent for lunch and share all of my rapidly fading vacation memories with her. I've stood her up once already. I think maybe I'm taking my sweet time because I do find her attractive. It's a paradoxical attraction. She's attainable, or "in my league" yet we're both attached so any real possibility of a relationship beyond the professional may as well stay in the realm of complete fantasy.

What is wrong with me? I was talking about my vacation. Or rather, talking about my inability to talking about my vacation that has long passed.

I need blog therapy again.