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

OK, had a nice sleep. Men came round to look at putting in a shower and doing all the work. Good. Well, there we are.

Put on the radio to drown out the voices, only to find myself in conversation with the people on the radio, which was highly distressing, so I switched the radio off. I shall have to find another stratagem to deal with the voices, should they arise - the television is one possibility.

I've been through hell and back in the past 6 months or so, and now I'm settling down. Gay guy came with daddy to come and see to my building, now I'm confident that it's all going to happen according to plan. Thank God for that. Why do men fighting to the death on the television never kick each other in the balls?

Phoned Christ Church guest house. I will hope to enjoy the stay there. Lina is my contact person. Proper Israeli. The way she says "five" is -- but the way they speak.

These silly wicked ppl with their silly wickedness, it's banal; I'm glad I've finally seen the banality of it all, or rather, as they would say, the banalness.

I want to write lots of music for Gagga, but I brun't, because dolly poppa nolly boopa poob. You see? Dolly poppa nolly boopa poob. It's very irritatinge.

But ne'er mind. I wrote another poem yesterday, the last one I'm going to write for Caroline.

Two of the three poyims I wrote for Caroline, I adjudge to be worthy of my best work. The third, "Incantation", I'm not so sure about. I also wrote one not to do with Caroline, unless you were in Amerika at the time she was appearing on the telly; its title is "Ordinary" and is a touch experimentalist.

TACC is twisted by envee and jellusness and prideness and foolishnessness and wottawunkahness and zone. And this hath swamped her spousal and her nitties are fected by 't.

Bonk! falleth the prode in a pule of poo.

Bonk bonk bonk bonk, goeth those, except for the one, who is innocentibus.

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She called first, hey.

Anyway, they doan't know what to do with someone who doesn't want to twp them. Unless he's a fool, in which case you don't want him anyway.

Take your cellphone with you. Mommas in the movies look like someone you might want to celebrate yom tov with. Every day is yom tov. Weeping in the woods. Cloud Atlas is on. Girl weeping.