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

Strange day. I went out to Pick 'n' Pay when I felt suddenly very alive and well. Then when I got back I gave some of the food I bought to Theo because I couldn't eat it all in one day. Then I fell asleep for most of the afternoon.

I'm feeling rather out of it for some reason. I need to detox or something.

I'm feeling so weird. But I've felt weird for most of my life in the past oh I dunno 25 years? Who knows. Who knows indeed. God knows. His people know. I just feel weird and I'm fed up with feeling weird. Either let me work and have a life, or let me die, Father.

"Men never grow up and have zero patience"

I think this comment was written by a woman who never grew up and who therefore only found men attracted to her who similarly had never grown up.

I feel strange again. This is intolerable.

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It is not all - up a semitone.

Now we hear about Jesus Christ.

Strange things happening last night.

The Father, the Word. Remember Helga took the mick and I wrote to her and asked, Where does it say that we do everything in faith?

Remember when Helga apologised to you? Only the once, mind; but I think that was because she took the piss out of your Countenance tract. Oh, she was also out of order on another one of my tracts. She never apologised for that.

She also mentioned adultery.

Sean mentioned being nasty because of jealousy.

I wish I were clean already. I might even decide to just go away.

And come back for the book.

She loved it when I was unpleasant to her and I had to make a fulsome apology, but when she was unpleasant to me all I got was 3 words. No, there was something deeply unbalanced about her salvation. (That's it, says a voice - they always say when I say something right, and when I say something wrong. And they are often or even usually right, except when they're being perverse for whatever reason.) I think my intervention must have been designed to help with this. After all I always think this: when you die, you'd rather be whole wouldn't you, than deformed. And if you don't receive your eternal wholeness now, in this life, you won't get it afterwards but will be lacking in some way when you get there.

I've got this feeling in me that I need to create something. Some writing perhaps. I don't know what. There must be something in the Bible I can comment on.

I'm having the evening equivalent of a "bad day" and the voices are unremittingly responsive. It's appalling. I'm so so sick of being alone.

They don't like the truth. Suddenly a different standard is used. it's not equal balances and there is no justice.

AKKK AKK AK say the voices. Ack-ack fire. Copping flack from the ack-ack.

Ack ACk ACk ACk ACk Ack Ack