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I woke up anxious this morning. For some reason, I'm having doubt about leaving Vancouver. Not leaving the job, but leaving the city. I gotta admit, we have it pretty good here, in terms of climate and things to do. I'm sure Boston is grand, but I have a view of the coastal mountains from my apartment. Is this what is termed as yuppie angst?

I spent some minutes lying in bed and staring around my bedroom. It occurred to me that I really should get back to playing my guitar, as I stared at my Stratocaster. I ought to frame my university diploma, I thought to myself, as I stared at the stack of documents for my visa application. I fingered the spines of several books on my night-table that I need to finish. This has been a theme in my life - projects not started or projects half-done. Maybe this is why I'm still single? Maybe my inability to see through a personal project has prevented me from setting down roots with someone? I need to change that.

I also realized this morning during my musings that I am the only person in my circle of friends who is not involved in a long-term relationship and who is not married. I never thought I'd turn into THAT guy.

Hey, did you know that I'm not attracted to Asian girls? I've had two girlfriends who were ethnic Chinese, though. Isn't that retarded? Well, I don't count Filipino girls, since they're more Malay-Polynesian, and I'm all over the Pacific Islanders, know what I'm saying?

Right. Enough existential introspection. I'm going swimming.