It's 10pm. I'm in a wife-beater sucking on flavored water. I'm working on a project. I've met my match. Six hours (3.5 billable) on a computer. It took me a few hours to figure there was a virus (or 12). Nothing will install. Nothing will uninstall. FUCK. I will not be broken. It's personal now, bitch.
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