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So I had this epiphany last night, to wit: my Mom was talking through her hat and in fact has NO IDEA how my brain works. And I actually rather liked math until I got to the point where I didn't, for whatever reason, pedagogical failure or some mental glass ceiling of my own, understand what the hell I was doing. I'm now strangely tempted to go find an Algebra I textbook and start all over.

In other news: after poking around the Norton Antivirus website very thoroughly, I think tonight might be the big throw-money-and-pray tech support phone call. Because if the problem with Mark Pierre *is* a virus, then that's my best shot to fix it, and if it's *not* a virus, then, uh... Then I guess it's better to know that.

Also, I need to stop having crossover ideas. Because... this is just silly.