Paranoia

I've become obsessed with a scary combination of Google Analytics, my e-mail, and the hit count on my instructable. Sadly, only the last one is in anything like good shape. I finally understand all the people I know who are obsessed with checking facebook. I now *have* to check to see how many hits my website gets at least three times a day. And if the hit happens to be from NY or the UK I get all worried over time on site. This is not healthy. I managed somehow to get myself off meaningful quantities of food, I ought to be able to get myself off of this. Oh firms, please just e-mail me rejections and put me out of my misery! I've only gotten responses (sadly negatives) from two out of thirteen (well, fourteen if you count the Apple one that still isn't done). This is what I get for applying to so many.

For extra fun, and to distract myself from my job search, I put a tracker on this page so that means, yes, I know you are reading. I may not know who you are but I know where you live!

In moderately healthier behavior today, I started this instructable. I adapted it a bit and ended up adding a bunch of sewing. I stopped when I got to the hand sewing the handle seams together. Hopefully I'll finish tomorrow. How do I manage to make even my fun activities tedious and time-consuming? I could've written more cover letters.

Wow, this post is super depressing. I should leave you with something happy. Hmmmmm. I guess I'm updating my blog regularly. Aren't you proud?