So! What crosses your mind when you see the following domain name?

cumcpdx.org

Don’t worry, it’s actually safe for work. I’m not linking to them because I’d rather not have someone checking their referer logs and coming (ahem) after me for what could be considered a bit of mockery.

And if you don’t understand why all the fuss… congratulations, you’re probably a nice, normal, well-adjusted person. What’s that like, by the way…?

I then curled right back up in bed and slept for another five hours, racking up nearly twelve hours of sleep. Now, I don’t sleep during daylight or with loud noises outside very well, so that tells me something about the state of my body right there. Also? I didn’t even feel properly hungry until almost 3pm.

About which, by the way: Eating some cheese & crackers didn’t go quite as well as I’d hoped. More’s the pity.

Later I’ll be trying some ramen noodles and passing the time watching bad movies or something along those lines. I can’t concentrate well enough to read a good book (again, more’s the pity) nor handle three-dee activities like (for instance) most video games. I don’t get bored, but I am annoyed that my go-to “leisure” activities are denied me today. I’ll manage, though. I always do. (Hello, MediaMonkey and my 60-gigabyte music library!)

At least the rain has scoured much of the pollen & other allergens from the Portland air. For this, I am grateful.

As space programs go, it’s a bit in the early stages, admittedly.

Especially when I’m not sure I bring anything to the table. Ever feel like you’re just a space filler?

I need my camera back so I can get cracking on more comics. At least then I’ll be making something.

…and that it was the pair which was due for structural failure…

…that had finally started to give out at some point in the week, unnoticed until Saturday morning.

Sigh.

• I bought a brand new bed. To the best of my recollection (which is, admittedly, rather sketchy) this is my first major brand-new furniture purchase. I’d like to thank Cotton Cloud Futons for their excellent products & service, by the way. Once I got used to the lack of poking & creaking of springs, I started getting much improved sleep.
• I turned 40. Apparently this is some sort of major milestone. I don’t feel any different, really.
• I will no longer be making Tuesday visits to see any of my rugrats, since they’ve both essentially left home. My son’s off at school, and my daughter has moved in with a friend to seek her fortune as an adult out in the world. It’s the end of a long and strange era; I wonder how many other divorced parents have stuck with a twice-a-week visiting timetable like mine.

What’s next? I don’t know, and I’m trying not to worry about it.

“Trying” is the operative word, there. Heh.