It looks like I let the previous November/October combo page get soooo long (I’ve since redistributed all the November posts onto this new page) that Diaryland got fed up with me and started to refuse to post all my posts (welcome back, post of October 01, we missed you during your brief absence). Diaryland also protested my phatness by serving up sad, sad pageview numbers, which plummeted to about three a day. Though I guess it’s certainly possible that it wasn’t Diaryland, that I actually, suddenly became some sort of an e-pariah? Like in seventh grade, when Tammy Cohen took a vote and all the tan girls agreed that they didn’t want to be my friend anymore?
Not only that, but the X of my “[X] blogs link here” on Technorati has also been going down on me, and not in an oral sex way. Possibly it’s because their record-keeping-cut-off-point is limited to the last six months, so I guess some numbers might be falling off at the back. But again, it could also be a mass collective turning of backs.
I sure do miss the days when my neuroses led me to avoid checking my site stats at all costs, versus these days, when my neuroses have gotten me into the humiliating habit of checking my stats multiple times a day. Because while it’s depressing to see those numbers dwindle, it’s not nearly as depressing as the fact that link-to-me numbers are capable of turning me blue. I am very small!
(Incidentally, in the time it took to write this post, the ranking of my book on Amazon (sure, I check that, too) has slipped from #11,568 to #19,238. I’m not sure what that number means, exactly. Like how many books need to be sold to alter the number? One? Seven? I know nothing. Other than I’m LOSING LOVE! Numbers are the worst.)
Edited to add: Moving the posts totally fixed everything (thanks, as always, to Andrew for the friendly helps)! So my stats are back to normal, as is my dirty habit of constantly checking said stats. (The Amazon ranking is up to #7,532!) Go outside, Loser Thomas. OUTSIDE!