<##slackware> Dear diary: The authorities have gone to bed and closed the door. It is clear now that they have forgotten about me and left me here to die. My food bowl is only half full, and the pair of black dress slacks has been removed from the couch. It is now only a matter of whether I starve to death first, or go mad with lack of suitable sleeping conditions. I will sit in the center of the house and sing the song of my people, as I await the end.