Monday, April 28, 2008


I think I might be a little obsessive/compulsive. For example, I know that have 14 stairs in my house. I asked Matt if he knew how many stairs are in the staircase once, and he just kind of looked at me as if I was crazy.

These last couple of weeks, I was (obsessively/compulsively) looking for a good fare to go to Denver for 4th of July. I checked every day whenever I thought there was a good chance the fare might drop. Finally, I got a good fare, and I saved us about $40. I felt triumphant.

But now, I feel kind of empty. I find myself searching for fares for the exact same flight just to make sure that I got the best fare (I far). I don't know what websites to go to to waste time now, since all the websurfing I had been doing was related to this search. I just click, click, click around airline sites for no reason. Its really very pathetic.