Computers are the bane of my existence. I can't seem to conquer the hold that it has over me. I sit down and wiggle the mouse and nothing happens! I click some buttons. Nothing! I slam the side of the monitor with my fist. Still nothing! It's the most frustrating contraption ever invented,except for the VCR/DVD with remote. I can't even set the right time on my remote! Forget recording something. I can't even figure out how to get the stupid little trap door open to insert new batteries. AHHHGG!This morning, I couldn't get online. I tried five times on the computer in my room and nothing. I screamed, "Vaughn....." He came running like an EMT at a wreck. I told him my dilema, which he didn't seem to understand. He sat down and tapped some buttons and he was online. "There's nothing wrong with your computer," he said. Great! He leaves and ten more minutes later, I'm still trying to get online. Finally, I leave my blasted computer and go downstairs to use the laptop. Same thing! I try to log on and it won't admit me. I scream, "Vaughn...." He comes running, less enthusiastically this time. I explain that I cannot log on to the itnernet. Something is wrong with the laptop. He sits down and taps a few buttons. BAM! He's online. "Nothing is wrong with the laptop," he says. AHHHHGG!
I'm not really sure I can prove it, but there is a conspiracy to drive me crazy. Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that someone isn't really after you, right?
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