There are times when I could willingly commit murder. If I could only be sure to get the right creeps.

I've been struggling with a viral infection. Not the kind that causes your nose to run, but the kind that causes your computer to crash... and crash... and crash. And causes you to reboot everything and switch to a new and different and updated firewall, only to have the thing crash again. Along with my website and my email server. Grrr.

What purpose is served? What reason is there, except to cause my already too high blood pressure to spike. I'd feel a lot better if I could just be sure that I could put my hands around the right throat and then squeeze the life out of the bastard's body.

Bob