Hebrew looms just moments away, but I thought I'd get an entry started while I have a lot of journal-writing energy. I now have vim on my home machine, which ups the chances of me doing journal-stuff from home -- I can write it in vim, get it looking good, and then ftp it over here when I'm done with it. How civilised this modern world is.

Today has been wildly mood-swingy, and thus not very productive. My session with Norm was very good but not much fun. Then it was back to work and a meeting, and then I tried to actually fix bugs but was foiled at every turn by the evils of IFC. Plus there's been a lot of being supportive as various friends have various crises; this is nice in its way but rapidly becomes ehxausting. It's only in the last hour or so that I've been able to settled down and get really centred and focused on work. The reward was the fix of two very minor but nitpicky bugs, and the May and June journal entries I just put up. It's so satisfying to get things done, even when they're minor things which don't diminish the overall pile a lot.

Hmn, 1835. I should go to Hebrew. There's some nameserver trouble with requiem which I've sent pleading email about; I'm not sure what I'll do if the person providing my secondary nameservice can't/won't fix it. Maybe see if my ISP will provide secondary nameservice cheaply.

It feels good to be writing again, but odd. Like exercising rusty muscles, which I suppose it is. I'm still very curious about what the whole tangle is that leads to me being unable to write at all and somewhat unable to read anyone else's writing, but I think I'm willing to let it sort itself out in time.