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

Well, it's barely a finished Saturday yet...

Very very tired. Just physically, not mentally. And that's the problem. My body aches to sleep, but my mind, it is pinging around like a bug in my head. If I could just reach for my writing folder...

...but then I just wrote a war-poem thing, and I can't face looking at those words. It's like creating death, and it's still new and fragrent in the air. Blood and s**t and cinnamon and burnt rubber...

...and I'm tired. But night is never a place to sleep. Always a place to write. Bottle of vodka in the fridge, and lots of crisps and salsa too. Gosh. I love Xmas food. Hate Xmas because I have never had one that was every minutely enjoyable.

I wonder whether difficulty in writing is really a worldwide problem or just mine. Brain switches off = No, not time to write now. Time to do something completely irrelevant. Feed me, don't abuse me. I can't TAKE you dredging me for words...it hurts...I'm tired. Go watch TV, Go kick something. Just leave me alone...etc etc.

I wonder.

Worse than being tired, I've managed to subdue my body with alcohol, and now I feel stuck inside my own skull..

..it's almost interesting that in what you write, it's seemingly possible to sense the degree to which you're able to express (more so now even than usual), although that may just be due to the prestatement of that already.

Cinnamon is an interesting descriptor of choice, actually. Interesting not only by merit of the fact that it's unusual, but that it fits so seemingly well with what you're describing (or what to take to be it to which you draw reference). Thankyou for making me think more than I might usually otherwise do in this nature.

You all appear to have stopped making sense.


Or myabe its just me?

It's you!

That would be it. Its far too early to be up after going out last night, and I cant be arsed to go and do any xmas shopping, as my mums in Devon with the car. Looks like its going crazy time tomorrow then...

Ooh. You need to be going SOON. It was hell yesterday...nearly thumped a few people...

Hate to think what it is like up in the Mall...

Nah, I stomp everywhere and affect my 'Dont f**k with me' mad stare. Used to do a much better job when I had 3 inch spikes coming out of my head and it was different to have hair like that though...

And f**k going down without the car, I cant be arsed to carry s**t back on the bus, and I cant really fit much on me m/bike!!!

Went to the Cooler last night- funny as f**k!!!

"You all appear to have stopped making sense."

it is hootoo, because after while it works like drug!

ooohh drugs!

look out that you are not brainwashed by visual drug callled hootoo

Too late.

Visual drug? Brings back Snow Crash!

snow crash.....


to quote William S. Burroughs:
"the language is a virus from outerspace"

What happened at the Cooler Bob? Or was it just that you were AT the Cooler that was funny...

Pah! Do you not read my Journal any more, I knew Id scared everyone off a bit, but Im not moaning right now.

Basically theres this stunner, if i went and tried to pull her she'd go and try to pull someone else, shes a headf**k. So I take great pride in playing hard to get and not letting her pull me. Believe me, the ego trip in f**king with one of the biggest beautiful headf**ks is intense and makes me feel good about myself!!!

Madness.

I will pull her one day though. Probably.

I see...

It keeps me amused.

Get out and play some social games young lady!

Hmmm...maybe. I have some Xmas cash in the bank at the moment. Am considering it, but I don't know whether I can be bothered...is it really worth it?

Well, I think so. But im me and I live out.

What are you doing for New Years? While we're on the topic...