Oh, I don't know. Just wrote something for November 2nd 2003. Dunno why. I think it was frustration at no being able to use the mouse. No, that doesn't make sense. I can't use my mouse though. It's very annoying. And now I've run out of receipts . . . surely that can't be it. Save and reboot.

That or try plugging the mouse into one of the motherboard's built in USB (2.0?) ports. Yeah, there is that. Hmmm. Weird, eh? The same USB ports that never previously worked, and I've no idea what specifically it was that I did to get 'em working. I remember doing, as root:

apt-get upgrade rpm

which mades loads of weird stuff happen. Loads of rpm's were updated from the Redhat FTP server. Maybe that was it. Anyway, who cares?

And some odd dreams last night. Those familar with Lancaster may know of Palatine Avenue. It was this street I was walking down, with two people I don't think I recognised, not in real life anyway. They were muttering about how it was about to rain, and I was like, "Do you think? I could always check," and off I went, flying off skywards. It was one of those flying dreams, you see. I dodged a few telephone cables (running star-like from telegraph pole to several houses) and kept flying upwards, towards the clouds. It didn't take long, and soon it was as if I was flying through a cold, damp fog, but I was amongst the clouds. Shivering and wet, I quickly fly back to ground level and told the other two that, yes, maybe it was about to rain. And that was that.

The other dream seemed to be this re-enactment of 'Analyse This' (you know, with Robert De Niro and Billy Crystal), where the character played by Robert De Niro had been travelling by motorbike, in this unfamilar city, to try to find the house of his new analyst. There was someone on the back of this motorbike, giving directions. Maybe that was me . . . maybe I was just observing, I don't know. When we reached the house of the analyst, he was like, "Erm, yeah, but I'm actually moving house for the next session, so you wanna go . . . hey, show me that map, I can point it out," and the rest of the dream was the Robert De Niro character and the analyst guy pouring over this map . . . very dull. So I left it.