Monday, September 24, 2007
F!
Mother of all turds. My computer's getting more ailments that i could imagine. As with the norms for computer goondus, i made several wrong clicks and heyyyy here i'm having new-found threats for my good 'ol computer!
This stupid mistake is akin to my acts of clumsiness at work. The degree of stupidity escalates, as my brain degenerates together with my (dis)ability to foresee and anticipate any troubles. Hence i knock over things, spill water over the sterile trolley, fumble with operating instruments, et-blardy-cetera. I'm amazed at how bloody dumb i could be sometimes. Not to mention stubborn, having repeated the same... friggin'... mistakes... again. Why don't i just offer myself to a pack of wild dogs so they could rip me apart; alive.
What now? I'm running a full scan. As it is, the computer's infected with some Roman thingy. Or i think it said Trojan, at the back. Backdoor Trojan. Okay i really don't know. Get better soon, Computer, please. I'm going nuts.
This is relatively worse than having to scrub for big bad mean surgeons. Speaking of which, i need to sleep in early in order to be bright and sunshiny tomorrow. I doubt i could, especially with f dkf sfiseesoro trutydri tos tsettr
i hate this la hello.
kns.
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fara // 21:46
F!
Mother of all turds. My computer's getting more ailments that i could imagine. As with the norms for computer goondus, i made several wrong clicks and heyyyy here i'm having new-found threats for my good 'ol computer!
This stupid mistake is akin to my acts of clumsiness at work. The degree of stupidity escalates, as my brain degenerates together with my (dis)ability to foresee and anticipate any troubles. Hence i knock over things, spill water over the sterile trolley, fumble with operating instruments, et-blardy-cetera. I'm amazed at how bloody dumb i could be sometimes. Not to mention stubborn, having repeated the same... friggin'... mistakes... again. Why don't i just offer myself to a pack of wild dogs so they could rip me apart; alive.
What now? I'm running a full scan. As it is, the computer's infected with some Roman thingy. Or i think it said Trojan, at the back. Backdoor Trojan. Okay i really don't know. Get better soon, Computer, please. I'm going nuts.
This is relatively worse than having to scrub for big bad mean surgeons. Speaking of which, i need to sleep in early in order to be bright and sunshiny tomorrow. I doubt i could, especially with f dkf sfiseesoro trutydri tos tsettr
i hate this la hello.
kns.
fara // 21:46
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