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

I need to get my contacts out of my old Blackberry into the new one. I also need to wait for the new one to begin to use the contract. It isn't as good as it used to be - the packages are confusing. Not good, at all.

Still.

Right, today I have to go to my post box after the post has been, to check and see if my amp has turned up yet.

If it has, I'll drive to Epping this morning before taking the car in, hoping to be in by 10.30.

Daisy is getting a new fuel gauge and hazard lamps. Also I want him to fix the driver's side little window.

Didn't take Daisy in... overslept.

Got bored. So, so bored.

Michael says my book is very good.

So! it appeals to Jews, and to black Evangelicals.

Excellent. I appear to have cracked it - the secret of writing so that everyone can understand and dig.

I listened to a left-wing American radio station. It made me want to vom. At least the Rightists have a sense of humour; all the lefties have is bitterness and snidey sarcasm and self-righteousness.

I have listened to the Sonatina too much. It is solid music, but I've got sick of it. It is OK, I've just had overload.

Now I'm getting to the bottom of the Little Sonata, with which I am very pleased indeed. The second movement is fun.

I am struggling to find a third movement - it wants to be slow, Adagio really, but I am searching for beautiful singing from the cello.

I might scrap the row I found for the finale and write it in my tonal/modal style.

Most important thing is I need it to sing.

David said of the first movement of the Little Sonata that the piano was percussive and he's right, I've got some cool percussive writing for the piano there. Needs someone sympathetic to that.

So I'm waiting for the slow finale of the Little Sonata.

My external hard drive has mounted on rebooting the Entz Machine. Excellent.

I really don't want to sell Words. They said it should cost R200 but I don't want it to be sold. I have already paid Andrew for his work. Why does he want more? The idea of asking people money for my work makes me feel physically sick.

The games have started up again but it doesn't really matter because ani lo rotseh otah, ani rotseh et ha perita en tekhnei mousikei.