No, not an STD. Perverts!
I fought a Trojan today. Not the lubricated kind that come in little square packages and get used for adult recreational activities. (I prefer LifeStyles anyway, thankyouverymuch.) Nope. I dealt with the kind of Trojan that attacks innocent PCs, pillaging programs and leaving mass destruction in its wake. I fought that kind of Trojan. The viral kind.
I fought long. I fought hard. (I don’t usually *fight* long and hard, if you know what I mean…usually I welcum it.) I deployed an army of tech-savvy non-English speakers. I launched a counter-attack. I payed mercenary fees to McAfee.
And I won.
I won! I won, I Won, I WON!
I. Fucking. Won. (Insert happy dance here.)
But now I’m exhausted. All this nonsensical, non-sexual Trojan activity has, quite simply, worn me out.
So in my mentally exhausted state, I’m calling up some beach zen. Feel free to center yourself with me (no, not *in* me…didn’t you hear me say I was exhausted?); just look over my shoulder…
…and soak up the sun-streaked sky.
Ahhhh… All better now.