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

It's 4.36am on Thursday, but I'm starting today's Journal early today. I need to open up the music computer to make some emendations to the score of the Sonatina. It's a strange and unsatisfactory work with some nice bits. Right I'm going to get to that now.

Fort Hood has for many years been known as a centre for mind control programming. When is this all going to become public knowledge? It's green to know all this stuff but no-one mainstream believes it. It's obvious. My spiritual senses can detect mind control and it's so obvious.

Of course when you prophesy they have no option but to expose themselves and their hearts back, Hebrews four twelve.

It was lovely yesterday. He was so dear.

I'm in several minds about the Sonatina.

Metal Windows are doing someone's windows.

Olympik have been a joke. Someone lied to me. He knows it, too.

Andante the minuet. At least it's a waltz rather than a minuet.

The violin sound on Sibelius is a big ugly but the cello and especially the solo viola sound is very good.

They didn't have my parcel at the Post Office today. I shall have to try again tomorrow.

Or perhaps it will be delivered today?

It is THE most beautiful day today. I have to be locking the door behind me at 2.20 this afternoon, taking the car to the garage, then a taxi is bringing me home, but I should have actually walked back because it's such a lovely day.

OK, car ready tomorrow. He found the cause of the noise. I'm glad he found it. There are iron filings all over the engine! Let's hope it's not maluggered. I'm sure it's OK because it drives fine.

Also hope to pick up my kit tomorrow.

Shenanigans with the window people.

It's in God's hands.