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Today, there has been much spam turning up in my work junk box. Generally, they’re trying to sell me medicines or it is some threat from a Nigerian Bank. However, today the favourite topic seems to be something else.
“Do you feel insecure with your p*nis size?”
Answer: No, I feel insecure that I’m supposed to have a p*nis.
What’s worse than Mondays? It’s Wednesdays. Now I understand what that strange hedgehog was saying in “Animal Crossing”. I need to get over this hump.
Stuck at home today, my tummy feels like it’s been battling an all out war all through the night. Something that this huge host of a human doesn’t understand, definitely felt like an epic of some sort. I’ll probably have to patch an optic fibre cable in to ask.
It’s been a long day, more like a workday than a Sunday. The weather seemed to mimic my own feelings of doom and gloom while I worked on this machine which would not work properly. I’ve spent various amounts of my free time working on this darned machine for over 2 weeks now.
A quick fixboot ensured it booted up, then came the annoying parts.
After clearing out 200 trojans, viruses, backdoor crackers, front door clackers. I found that there was something seriously erroneous going on in the more important executables within the Windows system files. After wrestling them and admitting defeat, I backed up the data and then reinstalled. To my horror, it wouldn’t accept the drivers for my monitor and I was stuck for the rest of the afternoon in a 16bit environment. Oh the horror! On top of this, the machine was strangely still quite clunky feeling. Five hours later of administration, the machine returns back to it’s dead self by giving me the besodding bsod and rebooting in a loop.
It seems there is even more at play here than originally thought… hardware. I have a hate/love relationship with hardware, mostly hate, and today, it’s definitely hate.
It’s late and I should really be in bed, but instead I find myself tottering around on the web and doing general administration. Tonight, I have discovered “Colloquy”, a very easy, snazzy IRC client.
Now I don’t generally chat much when online, mostly because it takes up too much time and I tend not to have time to do anything else, but tonight I thought, “I’ll give it a whirl.”
And “whirl” I did, right into London.pm, where there was sentence after sentence about womens body parts in admiration, praise and then thrown for abuse. Now I remember why I left chat rooms.
In full recognition of my constant lack of heinie hauling, I have joined the gym. I hope I haven’t done a January syndrome and signed up just to crawl back into the hole from whence I came. The good sign is that it’s not January.
I had my gym induction, where I was introduced to all manner of machines and balls that could and probably would be causing me some grief for the next couple of weeks. A program was created for me consisting of no less than 10 different types of exercises, and then I was left to consider my choice. At this point, I think only time will tell.
