listen, people, there's nothing to see here. move along.

Jeebus. So the statcounter is blowing my mind. Here I was, all uncomfortable just knowing that my brother-in-law has been reading this regularly, and my readership jumps from about 30 to 280 (as of 6:25 tonight) per day. So, B, as long as you're not sharing this fun with your family, we're good and I will not go into further detail about your borderline obsessive/compulsive methods to stay extremely clean. In fact, have at it buddy. Invest in a full-body steamer if you have to. Or maybe invent some sort of body-towel-sized alcohol swab. The world could learn from you. Also, some folks on the Blue/Orange line could take a lesson.

Back to my main point...

After yesterday's excitement I thought the stats would return to normal. But then, this perfectly nice muckraking blog called Circumlocutor links to me, driving the stats up even further as he/she has been featured on DCist. (C's post about this Wemple couple is rather entertaining, although I sure would have fought like hell against having a filthy pet groomer/lodger next door to me too. I have neighbors with neurotic dogs who like to yap it up during my weekend afternoons naps.) So, maybe things will go back to normal tomorrow.

You see, I'm just a dabbler in words, and not a particularly talented one at that. I don't really share my feelings and precious few people ever really know whats going on with me - my inner stiff-upper-lipped Midwesterner seems impossible to dislodge. I will never really be a great diarist as a result. I write about the things I care about: my family and friends, my niece and nephew, how bad I am at dating, and what I'm reading. Judging from stats, about 25 people out there actually care about that, and that's good enough for me.