I submitted my Y Combinator application and closed the laptop with the particular finality of a man who has posted something he cannot un-post. Then, because I have no self-control whatsoever, I opened it again to stare at my website analytics. This is a foolish habit. On an ordinary day my analytics are a flat line, interrupted occasionally by my own mother, or by me, checking whether the analytics still work. It is not a page that rewards attention. Five minutes after I pressed submit, a s...