I’ll keep it short. I still have cleaning to do. And work tomorrow. Tuesdays that feel like Mondays are the ultimate festival of suck. So much so that they deserve a banner:

Again, some days are just a festival of suck. Tuesdays after a three-day weekend fit the bill. Also, days that are full of meetings and which leave me with 30 minutes to reply to all email. Also, days when I’m running on less than optimal sleep. And the first day back after being out on vacation.

Back to the Flickr obsession. Yes. I find myself checking my Flickr photostream several times a day (or an hour) to see how many views my photostream and individual images have had, and to look at my stats graph to see if I’ve come anywhere near my all-time high of 62 views in one day.

I know there are people who get a LOT more. I know it. But that’s a number I was very proud of. As much as I was proud of yesterday’s 53 views. Today’s count of 13 left me feeling a little low. And the fact that I’m experiencing an emotional correlation to that graph is a bit pathetic. Submitted for your approval, my Flickr stats graph which pretty much corresponds with my emotional state over the last week:

Sing it with me, “Rollercoaster… of mumble*… rollercoaster! Woo-hoo-hoo!”  (* because “love” doesn’t quite work here…)

Yes, I’m spending far too much time looking at pictures, tagging them, titling them, digitally enhancing them with Photoshop and Picnik (a fairly snazzy free web-based photo editing app - they partner with Flickr) to play up textures, colors, etc. I’m spending time doing that. Time I should be spending cleaning, running on the treadmill, etc.

Though, truth be told, I HAVE been doing a lot of cleaning, and I have been getting a lot of reading done to prepare for the labor assistant duty coming up soon. And the time I’ve had has been at odd hours not well-suited to going running. Excuses, excuses, but they’re valid for the time being.

Tonight, I am calling it. I’m closing the Flickr browser window. And Google Reader. And then this one. Then iTunes will be closed. And I’ll shut down the computer. Off. All the way. No more until tomorrow night. Discipline, bitches. That’s what I have to practice.