That stupid worm has been making the headlines recently and merrily making its rounds around the denizens of the internet. I don't know whether to laugh or to cry when the computer keeps shutting down every ten minutes or so, which inhibits the worm tracking programme from carrying out its duties to the full. I turn the computer on, and it is a race against time to see if the computer shuts down before the programme tracks down the worm.

Which it did. Repeatedly. For three hours. It is tedious to note that part of the reason is because the silly boy has crammed his computer chock block full of stuff. It takes eleven minutes to scan all the way to the second hard disk and this is after deleting six games on his first. Not to mention the sheer volume of porn it has to wade through in the second hard disk. Why men constantly need to archive every bit of nudity I do not know. He has not even perused the damn files after grabbing them off computers at a LAN.

But yes. I suspect the problem is due to a hardware problem because I know I installed the critical updates for him long before the worm made an appearance. Of course he was in a sulky mood. I know I was very annoyed. I will laugh in his face if it was a hardware problem because it proves that I am right and he is wrong. Although, I hope it isn't because I kicked the tower last night, when the super klutz in me made an appearance. But yes, after three hours, we ascertained it was not the worm wreaking havoc. Now it is down to hardware problems (my theory) or a virus (his theory).

Two. My fruit and vegetable bill came up to a whopping 26 dollars and 55 cents, which I discovered too late that it was due to an error at the cashier. I had been given someone else's bill because the time printed on the receipt was off by a good twenty minutes. Not to mention that I have charged in duplicates of single items; unless 3 potatoes weigh a good kilogram, 3 tomatoes weigh another kilogram and each grape is covered in gold.

And to think I thought the grocer was being really helpful in finding me a box to keep my stuff in. In cynical hindsight, they were diverting attention from their underhandedness. I think they did it with every customer who had a whole armful of greens. I know they asked the couple in front of me if they wanted a box as well.

The duplicity left me annoyed, angered and feeling downright foolish. Stupid me. I should have made a fuss about it, but I left it as that because I did not dare speak out for myself. Which of course aggravated the whole intensity of me feeling foolish.

Grrrr. The bf is going to lecture me on the importance of receipts, (which I did check) and the need to speak out.

Sigh.

The cut is painful. I know the bf is going to roll his eyes and remind me to let him do the chopping, dicing and slicing the next time we make dinner.