My PC is out to get me.

Hi guys :). I hope you're all doing well. I can say I've had another busy weekend, which seems to be the story of my life lately, though hopefull it will slow down some in the near future. I have fingers and piggies crossed, so lets hope I'll get that little bit of luck :).
What I find odd is that everytime I get busy, my PC seems to get the opposit. For some reason it's decided to be on go slow, and very often kicks me off the internet, while gleefully telling me it's limited internet access. Now I know it's lying, I have unlimited wifi, so what on earth is going on? Now I'm sure you remember me telling you I'm a tech idiot, well, that hasn't changed. Yet I find myself sitting here thinking "is this damned thing possessed?" I'm pretty sure it is. Or it could just be trying to annoy me like an irritable child. But I'm more inclined to believe it's out to get me.
In the last 3 hours I've been booted out 11 times, and it's taken me 2 hours to do what I usually do in 1 on twitter. Between the booting, and the dragging of feet to find a page, or the waiting a whole minute to do 1 retweet on twitter, I'm beginning to get a comlex. What on earth have I done to annoy the unhappy little hamster who I'm sure resides inside this damned machine somewhere. I'm torn between offering it some cheese and crackers, and trying to cojole its compliance, and tearing the thing apart and showing it my cat to bully it into working well.
Well it does seem I have a third option. I have a friend, who I've mentioned before, a Mr Toby Heyworth, who has graciously offered his time to try and fix it for me, and therefore save said hamsters life. I have to tell you he keeps me sane where the PC is concerned, well after an almost meltdown. But in all fairness that happens before I get to speak to him :). But, after I've spoken to him I find a little calm, and know that once he has found the time I will finally see and end of my battle with the infernal torture device known as a laptop :). So I bow down to the king of PC repair, who could double as my therapist during my time of war.
Now I'm off to venture back into the nightmare fight, and leave you to ponder what kind of presence exactly dwells within a PC, because I'm pretty sure it's not electronics as much as a demon from hell.
Bye for now, and best wishes to all,
Sallyann.