God, naturally my e-mail is down because I took it down with accidental but nonetheless great violence. I thought I was updating some extremely outdated information about my site’s domain name in order to improve its function, but I was instead tipping the first domino in a minefield. Rather than changing the server’s old name to its new name, I changed the server’s old name to a name I dreamed after eating bad seafood before bed, a wonderful imaginary server. Now I can dream what my e-mail would have been like for a couple days. I would have realized it all sooner, but it took two days for the last domino to fall on the last mine, and by then the action and reaction were not connected in my goldfish-like mind.

The fact that a nearly identical thing happened to this site for completely unrelated reasons last night borders on the eerie. The universe is conspiring to get me offline. (And if that kind of remark isn’t a cosmic invitation for a power outage this afternoon, I don’t know my voodoo.)