No, not that kind of virus.
This kind of virus:
And I'm still not cured. I'm typing is on the old computer in my f-f-frezing basement. The DH spent Saturday night and the better part of Sunday trying to fix my laptop with no success while I was alternating between praying,biting my nails, nagging him, rocking and chanting. He plans to come home from work with other tactics to try but is afraid that he may have to wipe out everything I have in order to clear things up. *sob*
This writer chick is not a happy camper. I feel like I'm missing my right arm.
I hope you're doing better than me today.