h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

So I really shouldn't be here. I should be in Cape Cod getting drunk with a whole bunch of very wonderful people. I'm not sure why I didn't go. I bailed at the last minute, my usual MO.

Sometimes I don't understand why I do the things I do. I suppose it's my nature to act in direct contradiction to what's best for me. I tend to get a little nervous when things start to go well, only because that's usually when I come up with some way to ruin everything.

Other than that I seem to have resigned to a weekend of solitude, as anyone I would talk to either thinks I'm where I'm supposed to be, meaning I can't really call them and admit I'm not, or they're actually in the place where I'm supposed to be. Confused? Me too

See, this is what happens when you dig old computers out of the closet.

Where do you want to be, katharine? And where is cape cod and why would a fish wear such clothing?