I want my arm back.

Exan, I think, went wellish. Came home (Angel sent me the long way, both of us forgetting just how much State developmental centre I had to skirt, so it took an hour). Not so bad - but for this freakin' ton o' backpack I was toting on one shoulder. Slept in the sun. Slept in bed. Studied a little while Angel fenced. Dinner at Cebollas. Going to go up and cuddle, maybe load my brief entry from today on Taika. Not feeling like much today. Empty and drained. Note: LJ-status page notes trouble loading pages. I can sympathise; today our service has sucked from Comcast, and I don't think it's a choked router, for once. Notably, firewall logs show a flood of dropped Code Red pings. All from Comcast addresses. FTP tests confirm:

I:\>ftp X.X.X.X Connected to X.X.X.X. 220 Machine Microsoft FTP Service (Version 5.0). User (X.X.X.X:(none)): administrator 331 Password required for administrator. Password: 230 User administrator logged in.

Fortunately, user administrator couldn't see anything, and the user with the same name as the machine had a password. But they were all running IIS - some giving a 403.9 (Too many requests) for web, all of 'em with FTP open. I wonder if the owners know... House has oddly-shaped black beetles. Must buy traps for them. Must have Angel mount hammock. Surgery on Thursday - learning to cut and suture. Too goddamned bad you need two hands to do it properly. Same with Clinical Skills on Friday. I've only been looking forward to them for 18 months or so.