Wow. Stan has tapped a new vein of angst. I'm impressed, and not necessarily immune.
As somewhat usual, all of my local friends are finding out that their lives are not what they set them out to be. Me too. We're all in our mid to late twenties/early thirties, and not kids anymore, although we all act like it. It seems like a totally common thing that my parents (and others in their generation, I assume) grew up too fast, and have regrets while myself and friends in my generation seem to avoid the trappings of growing up like the plague, and have found that to be not all together satisfactory either.
Onto other stuff--
Net::DHCPClient is in the middle of having documentation written. My over-reacting about the Security Office references in my last diary entry seems to be taken care of. Either the guy thought better of what he asked, or didn't mean what it sounded like he meant. A flurry if email seems to have solved the whole thing.
Does email actually make communication worse? I am aware of the irony of the way in which that question is posed...