Work: pretty good. One of my clients was sentenced to rehab instead of prison, which not only follows my exact recommendations to the court but it is also more humane, is less costly for society in the long and short run and it actually contributes to minimizing the client's risk of recidivism.

Private: has suicidal thoughts on Thursday. Pondered and wondered, is there any way to end my pathetic existence without hurting mom and dad. The answer is still "no", darn it. I did however manage to clean up a Commodore 64 Datassette (a cassette player), which I had bought second hand. The person who sold it to me conveniently hid the hideous filthy parts. I mean, just look at it and try not to puke:

I used compressed air, some isopropyl alcohol and wipes to clean it. Now I'm just waiting for a new power supply and a XoomFloppy to be able to backup dad's old floppies. The ones that haven't completely lost their magnetism, that is...