Nevergirl’s

I got a total of 63 emails in my inbox JUST this morning, and I am 3/4 done answering them! I am awesome. I should be cloned!

The man, meanwhile, groans and grouses over the eight or so emails he gets in his ymail daily. In fact, he just put his headphones on. I’m guessing someone’s playing Gipsy Kings in full blast, to calm himself somewhat. I’d make fun of him, but he looks quite miserable as it is.

If I had not said this before, I should say it now: women are better multi-taskers! I’m sure there are studies supporting this; but, even if there weren’t, I still stand by the idea that women are better at multi-tasking. Heck, I can go through the pile-up in my mailbox, play with the girls, and roll premium cigars at the same time!

In other news, I’ve started to look like a dragon.

A few scales here and there, wings, and a foul mouth capable of breathing fire and I really would look like a dragon. That is how ugly I’ve become. I’m lucky I’ve the most low maintenance skin this side of the planet. Given how little I’ve been sleeping these days (toss in the fact I only wash my face when I shower), it’s nothing short of a miracle that nary a pimple has popped up. I really have to stop being such a horrid workaholic. I’ve been taking employment so seriously that for two weeks now, I’ve my work face on at 6 in the morning! Who does that? Who?

We’re scrambling to finish a really important project, and I’ve been manically pounding away at the keyboard every day. I’ve been so busy I haven’t had the time to Facebook, in fact. I chuck the work face only at 10 in the evening, at which point I’m so tired I ask the husband to drag me to bed. I wish I could say I’m joshing, but I’m not. He really does end up carrying me to bed every time I fall asleep beside my laptop.

Make no mistake — I love what I do, and I love that I do it from home. However, I also have days when I’m so tired from work I want to run away from everything and just spend all my days staring at toothpaste. Like now. Like this.

I’m tired, tired, tired. I’ve been pulling in 15 to 16 hours at work every day, leaving me with very little time for rest and play. At the end of every workday, I stumble to bed more zombie than human, more dead than alive. I’ve been living on Red Bull, vitamins, and fruits. I should have lost weight by now, given how little I’ve been eating, but because I’m sorely sleep-deprived, I’ve been gaining weight instead. I can’t wait for this project to end. It’s crazy emailing at least 15 people from roughly eight different time zones every day! My concept of day and night is now nonexistent. If this keeps up for long, I just might end up bigger than a truck by the time the project is complete.

God of weighing scales, help me.

I learned something new today, something lots of people around the world would pay tons of money for. I learned how to do keyword research. No, it’s not the kind where you just type a series of words or copypaste a URL and leave the spiders to do their job. It’s not the kind where you randomly pick out long tail keywords either and hope for the best. Rather, it’s keywording that targets the best phrases for the website you want to rank — and with us knowing exactly how many competitors we need to clobber to reach the top.

Of course, I’m flabbergasted at how easy it is — most of the time, anyway. A few clicks here, some copypasting there, and I can pull up the keywords website owners would fight tooth and nail for. The task gets difficult when you’re working on a grossly saturated niche like dating. In fact, Wett spent a full 30 minutes today scouring for 6 dating-related keywords! He was frustrated, naturally, and made lots of faces while at it. But we both ended up laughing because some of the keywords Google spits out are just too hilarious for words.
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