My computer is still pretty much on the fritz, so I thought I'd try and post if I could, and if I can't, then so be it...
Mr. Handsome keeps working and working on his, trying to figure out what to do to save our computers from a long and sad death. I'm thinking to just ship the two computers to the service repairpeople who do this kind of debugging stuff for a living, and let them figure it out. Well worth the money, I should think. But hey, what do I know really, in the grand scheme of all things important and worthy of knowing? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I do, however, know that having a laptop that does not work properly makes this Blogging Goddess right ornery and quite awful to live with. I can barely stand myself, it's that bad. I've been gritting my teeth all day long, and couldn't even focus long enough to do a load of laundry.
Luckily, I am on my way to Toronto on Thursday with Dee to meet up with Em and my sister-in-law and her little 6-month-old bundle of wiggles, Oscar. So Mr. Handsome won't have to put up with my nasty words of derision for much longer. We're leaving Thursday and coming back Saturday or Sunday, depending on how things go.
This computer virus has made me even more paranoid than I normally am. I am continually looking behind my shoulder, or trying to type as fast as I can so that I can ensure that I get as much done as possible before my laptop implodes upon itself, sending shards of glass and metal all over my lap and into Gryphon's curly hair.
I almost feel as paranoid as I did after 9/11, when I started looking suspiciously at anyone and everyone. I also watched airplanes like a hawk, which made me trip a lot on my walks.
And it's no wonder, the things Mr. Handsome has been telling me. He told me last night at dinner that there is an actual person watching my every move while I'm on this laptop. He told me this wacko is sitting there, and who knows what he might do to my blog, or my emails, and that he now knows all my passwords, and probably my bra size too.
And I believe him.
Because Mr. Handsome doesn't lie.
I had so many things to talk about with everyone this week, and I don't feel I can now, because this virus has taken over, not only my computer, but my life. I'm suffering, people. Just suffering. It's more than a person should have to bear.
I'm hoping I can tell you all about my trip to Toronto, as it happens. And I hope to have photos to post of the little Oscar munchkin and my kiddies. And I'm hoping when we return, Mr. Handsome will have this whole thing settled, and I can once again be the calm and rational person I usually am. Calm and rational. Yes. That's me. Always.
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