I went out for breakfast and hung out with my friend Greg today, but somewhere along the line I got a haircut. That usually means my head gets cold and I get a little lethargic and need a nap. I suppose I should have a more exciting life but I don’t seem to. It’s a life, anyway.

I guess it must have blown pretty hard on Thursday night when the window was buzzing. I had to retrieve some of our trash cans from the neighbor’s yard. It’s not supposed to be that windy in Portland, and it’s not supposed to be that rainy here (volume-wise) either. I suppose I can say it’s probably all the fault of Geo. W. Bush.