Ok, what is Windows XP DOING?????

I never mess with my systems settings.. I crashed my first computer so many times, I went fucking nuts....

I NEVER go into the task bar, or look at system things. It just works, and I am content with it...

But TODAY... it decided to Act UP. First I dind't have sound, and then it was so fucking screwed up I had to re-start five times.

And I usually decide to just put it in rest postition if I am out of the house, because it boots faster. (Yeah, I'm an instant gratification person, shoot me...)

Today was way out of the ordinary... Oh yes.

Peter rang me out of bed way before the time I wish to be called. 'Oh so bushy-eyed and furry-tailed, and he had everything ready and wanted to GO. It was ten minutes before seven in the fucking morning!

Uh-huh...

So I got down there, after trying to pull myself into some semblance of 'presentable'

And he fell asleep....

I'd washed and dried his clothes yesterday so he would be some sort of 'presentable'. And since yesterday... oooo.... it was SO important, and SO unimaginably high priority...

So I re-woke him and said, 'Do you want to go downtown or not?' I was pissed off.

And then went into one of his 'helpless' phases. 'Help me put on my pants, you bought them, and they are shit' Wiich made me angry... 'I didn't have the money for better and neither did you, remain still, and pull them up over your sorry arse'.

Yup, am just a bundle of joy....

So I took him downtown on the bus, and the fuckers never opened the ramps and I had to heave him in. It was one of those days where all the heat stink comes down, and you want to choke even if you are healthy.

Try to DO that with a 1o6 Kilo guy in a wheelchair when the fat asshole sitting at the wheel down't park correctly at the curbstone.

YOU HAVEN'T LIVED, believe me. Till you tried THAT one...

So what happened downdown, and why we were there in the first place? I thought we were going to the bank, and he would pay bills, but No...

He wanted to go into a department store, the most expensive in the city..... and buy an electric shaver, so he can do it himself.... He still looks like Rasputin...

I wanted to throttle him right then and there... but contained myself... somehow...

Everything was so expensive, I wanted to take him to shitty.... um City Park, where they have an outlet where things are much less expensive. But no...

So he decided on a Phillips. Good brand... Seventy Euros he doesn't have actually, but did in caswe.h...

S0 Then. he decided he wante hot cocoa at the Sacher Café, in the city hall... uh-huh...

The Cafe Sacher is something 'ELEGANT', and we looked like fucking aliens from another planet.

There were two men at the bar, one of whom looked at me as if 'who let this trash in here?'

It was so uncomfortable. And then some woman who loudly criticised that I had ordered a salmon tramazzini, and ate it with a tiny cup of corfee.... Gawd, how 'Murkin. 'Talking to 'no one'. Uh-huh. Well, I do not tend to do that with a glass of champagne at ten o'clock in the morning. I USED to... but it really isn't advisable... Not for me at any rate...

I have never felt so uncomfortable in such a setting in my life, I hadn't want to go in there, you dress for it, and I wasn't.

He was oblivious, got his cocoa, and his strudel.... dropped his fork, it was absolutely horrible, and I picked up and truned red as a turkey, and I wanted out of there.

He was happy....

It was embarrassing in every sense of the word.

So we escaped somehow from that horrible scenario... and that from the guy who polished my manners, and taught me what IS and isn't done in this society.... And then went and broke all the fucking rules.

So we finally got OUT of there, I hate that place. And I ask... 'errm, now we go to the bank? '

' I never said that'.... uh-huh. Calls me Sunday evening, and thinks it is morning, drives me nuts with what he all ELSE wants to do, and I fall right into the trap. He'd wanted to buy something else, and then he couldn't remember what it was. Three hours later, he knew... A bottle to urinate in.

It got so fucking worse... Hardly home, I made some soup and what he can eat, and the doorbell rang.

It was a neigbor. She wanted us to call a taxi for her... put Peter's phone is still turned off. And my handy is still kaputt.

If you want to be fucking embarrassed, that is already the high point of the so-called 'New Year'....

However... Peter is already busy manipulating his neighbors.

Terrorises me per telephones that don't belong to him, and I keep it short, because those things are fucking expensive...

And I walk in and there was a wooden box on the table.

Hotel Sacher.

No cake in it.... fucking gone.

And I asked, 'Where did this come from?

''My neighbor.'

So I asked, what neighbor????

He is being very circumspect about that.

All I could gather was that this 'person' was in his house. Seemingly with wife and child.

Disturbingly, I found an um-brella in the kitchen today. I had to fucking brow-beat him into telling my why the fuck hell he would take it out of it's stand, and put t in the kitchen??

Just curious, hey... Well, since the fucking telly-com doesn't service him I guess his neighbour does.

He punches it into the ceiling, and the guy comes down.

Whoever the fuck it is....

He 'says' the guy 'espied' a huge volume of a book I gave Peter yers ago and is sitting on his writing pult. It is called, 'Tom of Finland, The Art of Pleasure' and don't you ever go looking for it.

It is pornographic, and I thought, sometimes very funny. While he was alive, his stuff was in art ehibitions.... Just like Robert Maplethorpe, a photographer who was so much mor subtle.

And this 'GUY' says... 'Oh, Tom of Funnlad' He was very interesting

Really?

Peter said he wouldn't let him look at it. I do not believe that for one second.

So... why does he want to shave so suddelnly?

I have my doubts, Preciousses....

As per usual, I do not have trust, and it angers me all the more.