Brainless

I'd hoped that two years would be long enough for me to get my act together. But, no. I continue to forget what I'm doing, forget what I've done, forget how-to do things and where I've put things. I've actually given up doing stuff I like because I think I'm a danger to myself. Bandsaws are a bad idea in my current head space.
Passwords. Passwords are a nightmare.

The Energiser Bunny had never been to Craig's Hut so, since the weather was nice, he, I and the Hound went for a drive. So did about 100 other people, one of whom now has my 'old' Android tablet.

Which is pretty much my own fault since I must have left is sitting on a rock somewhere. You'd think though, given its a bit battered and has my phone number on it, who ever pickedpit up would  give it back. But no. This particular shitbird has spent the last three days busily trying to hack into my emails and system account.

Thankfully, I had some security on it and don't have Twitter, snap chat, instagram, whatsap etc and if they are hoping to find a sex video they will be sorely disappointed. I almost wish there was one, that would bloody learn them. 'Take that, you miserable piece of shit, I hope you have nightmares for years and your eyesight never returns to normal.'

Anyway, all this has meant I've had to buy a new tablet and reset all my passwords and accounts. Dear oh dear. It seems my brain could remember short sequences--open emails and put in appropriate password without thinking-- but having to do the lot has scrambled my synapses and I've forgotten several. Now I'm trying to reset passwords, the shitbird is still trying to break in and Google, Facebook and Yahoo are becoming increasingly agitated by all the activity. My brain is not up to it. At all.