Monkey Brain Paranoia Attack

Good god, technology is a bloody pain in the arse. I completed a post which was a thinly disguised account of "geek man" (colleague at work), going ape over someone who asked him to move his car. Then I got hit by a wave of paranoia and fear so I set off to change the email address I used to sign in, cos you never know, and hell-fire the frustration that ensued. And here's me, only monkeying around. I've had it. My temples are lightly throbing, I've got stuff to do, blah, blah. But at least I've made a start. I flash my arse in farewell.