Blah.

The depression that's hit Z is hitting me too, only I don't have hormones as an excuse. I'm just feeling utterly unproductive today. I can't focus on anything, I feel defeated before I start anything, and I just can get any motivation to do much of anything. On top of that, it's a dreary gray day outside, and it's just sapped the life and energy right out of me. I'm sure I'll shake off this funk eventually, but for the moment I'm just down.

Resurrection.

At work, I've raised my optical mouse from the dead!

Well, sort of. The USB-to-PS2 adapter kills it again, and it only works in one of my PC's USB ports (must check the other to see if it's bad). Of course, USB means it hangs if the system hits some heavy CPU usage, so it's not 100% as responsive as it was before.

And it occasionally hangs on the page for no reason. And when I first re-plugged it in, it took several minutes to start reading surfaces properly. It could read my palm, for example, but not the top of my desk. It's better now, but still...

...so, in summary, I've raised my mouse from the dead, and made it undead. It's a zombie mouse now. Don't feed it any salt.

And life is good.

The sun came out. My mouse rose from its grave. I put on some music. I started coding. My funk ended. And Z's making yummy dinner tonight.