what would Olivia think?

I keep ridiculously accurate records of things no one cares about.  If I were a victim on Law and Order, Olivia and her crew would not have an easy time deciphering my life.  I can hear them talking.

"Benson, come here.  Take a look at this."

They'd find a record of what I spent in 2014, and the years prior.  "Why would she detail her spending habits like this?"  Finding no answer, they'd conclude, "Perhaps she's just one of those hyper-organized people.  Either that, or she's crazy."

Then they might stumble upon my calendar, sporadically dotted with numbers.

"Hey, what do you make of this?" Nick might ask.  132.4 on January 1, 2014 and 131 today, exactly a year later.  "Well if it's her weight, it hasn't changed much in the past year." They wouldn't know that I had hoped — but took no real action — to be about 127.

"These numbers are strange: 99,037, 106,745, and today, 129,953. Rollins, check them out; see what they correspond to."  She'd probably first start with my bank accounts, but would find nothing there.  I wonder how long it would take the SVU team to uncover that these numbers  correspond to page views on my blog?  Oh, they'd be so disappointed.

But by then they would know that I wrote a blog. And that readership has gone up almost 59% since last year.  So they might look into that.  They'd see I had readers from 75 countries in 2014.  Olivia might ask, "Why would people in Saudi Arabia, Kenya and Egypt want to know the vic didn't tip her mailman this year?"  "Finn.  See if you can find a connection to something.  Anything." But of course he won't.

They would look at my hard drive but learn little of me there too. They'd find searches for a Woolrich hat called Serenity, a Homeland review of season four,  a bus schedule to Ithaca, a conversion table of grams to tablespoons, and other sites that would serve only to further mystify.   

But then someone would wander over to my bedroom closet and shout out, "I think I've got something.  Olivia, over here."   The doors would be open and inside would be hangers and and hangers of black skirts, dresses, sweaters, tops and jackets."   "Nice work Amaro. This confirms she lived here in the city." 

So what did you do today?  Obviously I didn't do much, or I'd have something more interesting to post.