I’m having SEO growing pains today. Just launched myself on a mission against a previous client (nothing aggressive toward them, just a race they are unaware of). Call it a case study about what the best way to gather followers is, I know that’s what I’m calling it.
I have a huge book I need to read that I am only half through.
I quit drinking coffee some time ago and, after the slurred speech went away, found that I just wanted to sleep a lot. It also means I get less done during the day. It means I do less here so I feel boring. I tried to count 17 in my knitting two days ago and came up with 130. Don’t know how I did that.
I’m sure it’s a ‘brain coming off a stimulant’ thing which will pass.
I’ve spent a lot of time reconnecting with lost friends and in the process have had quality interactions with quality people. It also means that my social calendar is busy again which, coupled with my busy work calendar, is making an extremely solid case for picking the coffee habit back up.
I have an extremely low maintenance boyfriend.
I also have, as of this evening, four other boys that have made it clear they’d like to get to know me better. Four I’ve attended school with at some point. Two are artists. Two are techie intellectuals. One created his own interactions with me. Two have been out with me at the urging of my mother. The newest one ran into me while we were crossing the street and we went costume shopping together. One is visiting some museums with me this weekend. One is having coffee with me next week.
Work is growing fast and furious.
I’ve been frantically doing the number for our business which lead me to believe I should do some tweets with some links. Twinks (rofl for all you gamers out there). For my day job I’m being moved to a space with a window, got moved to the Dedicated team, and now have been named the primary contact for all company and dedicated claims issues.
I promised chocolate cookies to a coworker who will be in the office next Wednesday and I think I might make a double batch; .25 to her, .25 to the freezer, .25 to the choir, .25 to me.
Tomorrow, work and then choir. I need to shop for a black dress in there somewhere. And shoes. I don’t know if I’ve told you how I love this whole ‘needing to shop’ thing that goes along with being a performer.
I don’t think your mother urges boys to go out with you.
@fibermom – “It’s only 9 o’clock! You young people should go out dancing!”Just try to tell me that wasn’t my mother.
Ah, that. You’re right. I was just trying to make everyone go away so I could read, though. Does that change things at all?