I’m a chronic multiple tabber. And I’m not talking five or ten or twenty. This evening, I looked at my browser groaning under ninety odd tabs and decided EVERYTHING MUST GO. The tumblr posts I’ve been meaning to reblog, the fic I’ve had open for over a year…. all of it.

So for the last five hours, I sat and did that. All the tumblr links are in a txt file, I’ll get to them maybe. All the fic, I also saved the links of, but saved a download of each story, too, in case of author deletion. I didn’t count, but it’s in the hundreds.

Now, I just have social media, email, a short story, and four ravelry patterns I’m tossing up between for my holiday project.

I feel cleansed, but also like I’ve just run one of those army survival courses with obstacles and booby traps and also maybe occasional gunfire.

It probably doesn’t help that it’s 5am, but I couldn’t sleep and this was the only quiet time I’d had in weeks where I actually had the focus to do it, so.