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That photo wasn’t exactly candid, nor was it staged. She has now become the number one reason to visit Seattle. Every time I go to Seattle, I come home in a funk. My brother has called it the “post-vacation blues.” One would think that after five years of travelling to the coast, I would be able to shrug this shit off fast. That simply is not the case. This trip the blues are sticking around a little bit longer than normal–and it is not just my adorable goddaughter that I miss this time.

I have two groups of college friends in Seattle–a third group just moved there as well. What made this most recent trip awesome was the addition of East Coasters to the mix. Throw in a healthy heaping of Sydney on the Swing, and you have a weekend that I want on a regular basis.

This is the problem–my free time is a jumble of activities, including work, reading, relaxing, drinking and cleaning. Yes, I clean. Tonight I get to clean up my bathroom. Nothing says bachelor life-style like a clean bathroom….

So many things to do, and so many tangents to follow through on, it is a wonder I can string together a half-decent sentence together. In Seattle, I have one thing to do: Visit people. At home, I have a billion things to do and not enough motivation to get anything really finished.

Take this blog as an example. Is it a journal? Is it a platform for my political views? A place to write up my dating woes (and occasional successes)? Hell, I even set up WordPress options that should allow me to customize the site, and I have not done a damn thing with it.

You can’t beat a funk (which is significantly different than THE FUNK™) with a jamble of goals, ideas and ideals.

So I have got an idea. I am going to pick 4 goals, write up objectives and complete them. In case you are wondering, yes, this is some sort of bastard Getting Things Done productivity hack AND a treatment plan.

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  1. I could do with hearing more about your dating foibles. Or I could tell you more of mine. Mine make even the most schizophrenic-autistic kid seem like a smooth operator.

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