Just before lunch, I inexplicably downloaded a super nasty virus onto my computer. I spent my lunch hour pulling my hair out and using someone else’s computer to research how to remove super nasty virus that had completely crippled my computer.

Around 130, my favorite IT person, hubby’s best friend, mercifully came by my office to check on me. He left just before 3p, problem solved, he said.

Five minutes after he left, I sat down at my computer and watched in wonder as the screen alternated between the start up screen and very wordy blue screens of death.

I called my favorite IT person who told me how to do a system re-install. He said it was idiot proof and I shouldn’t have any trouble doing it.

I called him moments later and told him the computer was not responding. He pronounced it dead/dying and congratulated me on getting a new computer. He also said it was purely coincidental that the computer would go belly up the same day I acquired a super nasty virus.

So, here I sit, on the brand new, previously unclaimed computer installing programs.

I hate technology, but at least I have a brand new computer, right?

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