You ever get that feeling when you wake up from a dream in which you'd just done something brilliant, only you can't remember anything except it was great...?
A week ago I was convinced I had plenty of interesting conversation ideas about a whole range of stuff - until I actually tried and felt like I'd forgotten all the ones that weren't dull.
I could easily go off ranting about systemd, Red Hat, Gnome, Mozilla, etc - but that'd probably be both boring to read and re-living the frustration.
I think I have a not completely rubbish idea for tomorrow though.