Three weeks ago a robber attacked me with a hammer. He probably wanted to struck me down and get into my appartment. A couple of days ago I had a nightmare. I awoke by the sound of a hammer hitting my skull. I hadn't remembered that sound. The wounds are healing nicely, though. Of course the police didn't catch him.
I got trouble with my lungs so I'll be taking antibiotics for the next three months.
I've got some very close friends I can talk with about many things like politics, music, or life in general, but nobody in my surrounding is interested in my other interests: information visualization, human computer interaction, and pattern languages. Sometimes I wish my former arrogance back so life on Elba may become less hard.
I've been pretending to be sleeping for a long time. I don't even quite remember what it feels like to be awake. I think it was quite cool. Maybe I should have some lucid dreams again, singing and dancing until I'm back in this place and at this time.
Having to work alone hurts. I'm not very productive working alone, either. My projects are stalled. Last thing I coded was a cute hack modifying the KDE color scheme control panel which wouldn't get accepted anyway but I might put together a page of things that will never be including a screenshot eventually. Last time I wrote a significant amount of code was after a bottle of good red wine. The next morning was a desaster so I'm not going to do it again anytime soon.
The imperative "show me the code" is pointless, yet not new.
I read halfway through a book on Java and doing some examples was fun, nice libraries. Doing it in Windows was not so cool.
I think the new diary rating system is annoying, but I realize it's point is about research so usefulness is of little concern. Advogato has become a monological environment, very sad.
I do not like writing anymore.