‘I’m in the hospital — come visit!’ A friend I’d assumed had a traffic accident turned out to have a heart condition. Health really is the first happiness.

Drinks with friends two years into their working lives — settled, different, certain that students have it easy. Grad school says otherwise.

I’ve mentioned before that I work part-time in Sakae, Nagoya. Going on about three years now — at this point I practically live there.

The server keeps hanging since I restricted CGI access — and the router logs show port scans. Worst of all, email stops when it goes down. Auction season panic.

Spam is flooding the address I give to friends — not a throwaway. The headers suggest one operation rotating through domains. How do you fight that in 2005?

Last seminar before Obon — and the server logs show visits from a mobile carrier, two electronics makers, and a distribution giant. Yahoo registration is paying off.

Six days a week at school, an open campus, and a part-time job that’s getting harder to balance with research. If I survive tomorrow, summer break begins.

Tried various things on it. Confirmed it can handle internet browsing, email, and messaging. Installed this software separately for the messenger.

Today a friend let me have a PDA at a good price. Writing by hand here, and I’ve found that it doesn’t always recognize what I write — tricky.

The professor’s logic: 24 hours minus a 5-hour shift leaves 19 hours — plenty for an impossible report. He knows about the job, too. I fail to follow.

Postal privatization heads to the Upper House: pass, and Koizumi wins; fail, and the Lower House dissolves. My prediction for what happens to the DPJ either way.

SECOM installed a new device at the part-time job site. An emergency alert remote control… and its receiver.

Unusually for me, I’ve been coming to school three days in a row.

Good evening. I’ll introduce what I’ve been eating for dinner during work shifts lately.

Post-typhoon sunshine and a guilty conscience about fitness sent me to the tennis practice wall — where my tennis-club arms surrendered embarrassingly fast.

A USB extension cable shaped like spaghetti napolitan, complete with fried-shrimp USB drive — 128 MB for ¥9,800. Zero practicality, full commitment.

Today I used the cleaning supplies I bought yesterday and washed the car.

¥3,000 of car care: ultra-fine compound for the scratches, heat-proof tape, and a premium hard wax at ¥1,800 per 100g — let’s see if it brings back the showroom shine.

Reading ‘Kikko’s Diary’ on the Fuji TV announcer scandal: smooth, plausible, detailed — and written by someone completely unknown. The internet’s truth problem, 2005 edition.

A newsletter from the company I’ll join next spring said: enjoy summer break, make memories. My lab schedule says otherwise — open campus on fireworks day, three years running.