I've just spent the last 24 hours in what's probably the most productive state I've been in for a few years (certainly the last six months!). My pet project (perl scripting to extract the important stuff from web pages) just came together, and the idea may well be simple enough to keep working despite my best efforts to ruin it.

I think most of this motivation (I've finally started working on Debian again) comes from taking just a few weeks off work. Emotionally, the whole time was a bit of a rollercoaster (I'm not going into that here; email me if you're interested and I'll decide whether to tell you or not) but it appears to have recharged my enthusiasm for work and play.

Take me drunk, I'm home again!

I'm moving house in, uh, three or four days (it's midnight as I write this). I haven't packed a damn thing. I haven't cancelled my telephone, gas, or eletricity accounts. I haven't even arranged mail forwarding. Ah well. Surely this is all normal?