I’ve noticed a lot of the ads I see on match.com (and I reply to almost none of them because no one replies to me) seem to say the top end of the guys they want to go out with is 45. So there you go, another statistical reason not to be on match.com, especially after tomorrow when I turn 46. Besides, match.com sucks.

I spent most of my day reading comic books today. The problem is that there’s always more where they came from. I also started more birthday gluttony by going to Laurelhurst Market for dinner and having the second steak of the weekend. I’m not entirely thrilled about waiting 40 minutes for my dinner, or waiting for the entire party of four to arrive when the restaurant was half-empty, but the food was tasty.

Tomorrow I’m making another trip to Metrovino for dinner. Hooray!