Yesterday crisis hit by way of a worm that is now tangled in my poor netbook. It doesn't look good folks. It is a critical condition that I worked on all day yesterday, but damit I am not a doctor.

Oh I can see my sweet, harmless, all loving notebook in the corner of my eye. It looks so peaceful, but I know its insides are being torn and rummaged threw by that lethal peice of shit WORM.

I lugged my old desktop up from the basement. The monitor its self weighs atleast 50lbs. I am not use to the clutter, the huge monitor or the standard keyboard. I am having a hard time adjusting.

Maybe I moved on too soon, for crying out loud my Netbook is suffering and what do I do? I just jump right over to my old fling. The one I have always complained about to anyone that would listen and now I am back stroking those same old giant keys.

I feel dirty. The Netbook is still warm and where am I? I know there is soo much more I can do. Run the safe mode, run this run that, but I am tired. I feel like I did my best first aid yesterday and did CPR until I just had to quit.

Oh Netbook I love you, but I am so mad at you! There you are just lying there not even putting up a fight! DIDN'T I MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU? YOU SELFISH BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU DRIVE ME BACK TO THE ARMS OF THIS BIG MONSTER!!!!!

No I am sorry...

I miss you and while I maybe surfing on this old flame, just know I am thinking of you.

tears...anger...tears...denial...tears...