What the &*((%#$@#$%^&^*&&(*&(^!* is going on?!?! I think I saw a near full moon last night--that has got to be it. I'm going crazy--in more ways than one. My computer is going crazy--or is it we'ze gone crazy?! I attempt to download the java thing so I can get into chat here on my home computer. The first time it had an unknown error--it just stopped everything and closed the browser at the start of installation. The second time I was on my cell modem and the phone battery ran out during installation so the installation stopped again. My THIRD ATTEMPT I use a new network wireless card and free wi-fi for a faster download and it crashes--stops responding, that is--during the finish installation. Almost there!!! So I head for home last night and while thinking about it all in the car (I was a little p.o.'d at my laptop), my chest started hurting more and at one point for a few seconds it was pretty bad. After I got home, I pull out my cell modem and hook up the phone and dial-up. The call goes through and well, I thought I was connected. I was online, yet I wasn't. My little computer was confused. It thought I was online, but it couldn't find the access. Meanwhile, I was getting more frustrated. Now today, I try again with dial-up, just in case and being overly optimistic, and still the same. I go back to the library because the wi-fi worked there. My computer stopped responding or crashed every time I rebooted. Too many times to count. I am NOT in a good mood. I wasn't in a good mood before, which doesn't help any. It's been one month since what my new neighbor did, and all the emotions are coming back. Plus with no job and little money and rent due and I have to talk to the landlord about a letter....blah, blah, blah, it never ends. You don't want to know what thought just came to my head. DocJohn wouldn't like it either if I posted it. I guarantee this thread would be instantly locked and I'd have a nasty little email or something from him telling me to basically shut up. Okay, so he'd be nice about it, but firm. He's not that way to be mean about anything. I'm just very frustrated with everything in this life. I'd really love to have my own private little corner to work on the computer here so I wouldn't have all these people around. I'm angry, I'm depressed, throw in a little PTSD and eating disorder. Yeah, it's a wonderful life. Not. I better stop this before my chest starts hurting bad again like it did last night in the car. At least it was only a few seconds.