No, i'm not addicted to NaBloPoMo, blogging, or any chemical or herbal substances.
No, my addiction is dirty and secretive, and the only one who's known about it up to now is Heza. Funny that, since she's the one who turned me onto the sinister entity called... statcounter.
Almost daily i sneakily log on, and see what parts of the globe are reading my blog, for how long, and how they got there.
i assume that anyone reading this has gotten here thru me or Heza, so who the heck from Manitoba has been checking in?
i ain't proud of my time on statcounter, but i do recognize that part of me wants to cling onto my last life chapter, where i felt like i had it all goin' and where i was 100% stoked to be surrounded by so many great people.
And part of me feels that i should keep track of my hits so that i can see when people inevitably forget about me. (hey, i would too: 8,531 km is a long way away!)
Anyhow, they say that talking about it is the 1st step in recovery.
And aren't i allowed one small indulgence, seeing as how i made a clean break from Facebook months ago?
Re: FB, i'm pretty close to my idealized experience, where Heza is connected to lots of people i know, and i can see their pix and updates, but she should never tell me her password. Hey, Rebekah: you should hook up w/ Heza on FB!
Anyhow, sorry if this disturbing tale of dark dingy alley addictions wasn't the glowy lovey End of NaBloPoMo entry it coulda bn. So, thx to all who tuned in. We hope you enjoyed the show, and we hope to see ya again, real soon!