In case anyone has noticed my uncharacteristic pithiness of late it has been the result of a nasty demonic virus that I allowed into my computer while I was in an exhaustion related stupor after back to back graveyard shifts in my fun little ER. Whew! Dammit to hell! I am usually impervious to this kind of crap because I am the original skeptic and I know everyone is out to get me. Not just me. Everyone. I trust no one. No. That’s not it. To be specific, I trust actual PEOPLE. I trust NOTHING online. So I was shocked and pissed when suddenly my computer was full of pop ups and browser hi jackers that I couldn’t get rid of! I’m usually good at that! Hey! I got a B+ in Computer Programming! I practically SPEAK DOS and Binary so I spent the better part of two weeks obsessing over my demon possessed laptop. Three calls to Cox Tech Support, new spyware you name it! Still popping up with “Dynamic Pricer”! Who are the idiots that buy stuff from pop up ads anyway? Stop supporting these thieving slimy pieces of shit that hack into your computer for gods sake! If anyone has any GOOD advice on how to rid myself of this nonsense please reply BEFORE I lose my mind. In the meantime, I am only using my virus free iPhone because if I see that pop up again I will beat my computer to death and then toss it onto the freeway!
I just saw a TV commercial for Crest Sensi Strips. I guess you adhere them to overly sensitive teeth to alleviate discomfort. Do you think they also make them for overly sensitive psyche’s? Like you could carry a package of them with you and just slap one on, for example, an overly sensitive co-worker so you could say totally normal things like “I don’t have to work here. I work here because I like it and if I hated it as much as you do I would go work somewhere else” without becoming the department pariah. Or maybe just say to the sensitive bitches something like “Stop worrying about some stupid shit someone said and do your fucking job” without being pilloried by HR. I like it! Send me a case!
So, in my shitty mood I am sitting here, still in yoga pants and “Kiss” t shirt , no makeup, hair unbrushed, staring at a soap on TV that I don’t even watch when I hear Johnny Cash singing “You are my Sunshine”. It was my Mom and Dad’s song. It was on a commercial for Whirlpool appliances. Sigh. TV eventually cheapens everything. Double sigh and a couple of self pitying tears.