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10.10.2002Thursday 10 October

I woke up, yet again. Mum went to town. I didn’t. Mum phoned up in the evening to tell me she’s staying in town. Robyn phoned up tonight to speak to Mum about Mally. My computer did bad things. I converted an HTML file to XHTML compliancy for a friend from IRC, and he was viewing the file from my computer, when IIS decided it wanted to connect out, rather lots. I blocked it with the firewall and it had a hissy fit. It was trying to connect through the firewall around 30 times per second, which didn’t do the CPU utilisation any good. I killed a few wrong processes and had a BSOD, rebooted, ran a virus scan, lost the ability to open hard drives (the drive is not ready), lost most of my window icons, lost the ability to run most programs, scheduled a complete disk scan, re-installed firewall, rebooted, scanned disk and so far it seems to be working like it used to. I wonder what will go wrong next. Any day now, I expect the PC to stop booting altogether; gee, I’m such an optimist.
There are several squillion small moths trying to fly into my mouth. They wait on my monitor screens and fly into my mouth whenever I open it. It’s so nice to live in a tropical paradise...

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