My present to my Pops is two hours of my time yesterday cleaning 1,639 instances of malware off of his PC. I have no idea how/why he does this. I recently cleaned it a couple of months ago. Yesterday, he decided to install some shit. Sigh. Of course he swears he did nothing different. Fuck those malware creators, preying on old people.
I suppose it keeps me on my toes.
You know what else keeps me on my toes? All night migraines. FUCK. I guess I'll suck it up and fake it when I see him today.
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