I gave in. I couldn't stand it anymore. I got myself one of those "hit counters". I had to know how many people were looking at my blog. They may as well call it a "flesh counter", because I am certain with every hit my pride will be more stoked. Or else, maybe I'll be deeply depressed because I threw a party and no one came.
I blame Lynn. I think she made the comment about "how fun they were" and I instantly caved. Thanks Lynn. You may as well have said, "Aw c'mon! Everybody else is doing it!" Alas, I am no better than my forerunners.
I am full of vanity and pride. The evidence of this is that I have already obsessively and compulsively clicked my counter a half a dozen times and it has only been on my site for three minutes. *sigh* If you're reading this, know that I am already aware that you have visited. If you listen, I believe that you can probably hear me in the background. Hear that? *click* *click* *click* What have I done?
We Must Do the Impossible
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