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

So! whatcha been up to?

Oh, silly me, you're talking about what you are up to in your journal!

Hello clare. I'm fine. A bit tired is all. Otherwise fine. Hope you are also good.

Yes, I am good thank you

Why are you tired? Because you were sick? How were you sick?

Was it that flu going around the world? The stomach one.
I haven't had it yet - knock on head (wood)

How's it going?

Clare is a very naughty lady.
She is always in pre-mod.
I never knew a lady as naughty as Clare.
Always in pre-mod.
Mod, mod, mod, mod
Mod, mod, mod.

Hello! Someone's replied. Oh look it's on my Hi there thread.
That's Clare. Let's see what she has to say.
Click
(wait)
Hidden.

Oh.

Because Clare's in pre-mod
Again.

Started m*thad*ne today.

As long as it nixes the H withdrawal.

There is nothing on this earth as bad as H withdrawal. Apart, apparently, from m*thad*ne withdrawal.



Oh dear. Let's hope it isn't too bad. I can't be on methadone the rest of my life.

You are so funny!

So, hope it goes okay. I will be going to sleep soon.
Wasn't sleepy, accidently ate some chocolate
But then I had some nice calcium and am getting sleepy.

Hang in there

Here have a piece of cheese and a nice ale.
Can you have ale with methadone?
Well, if not, make it root beer!
There is nothing like a nice slightly chilled but mainly room temperature
root beer with a healthy head on it!!!

I'm sure a swift ale would be fine with Sister M. Only Schedule 6. (The South African pharmaceutical scheduling system starts at Schedule 0 [aspirin] and goes up to Schedule 8 so I'm told, which is probably acid, H, all those naughty-but-nice chemistries The Man says you can't have.)

I'll have a V&T with a little ice.

hiya woofti (waves)

Hey, me again

Looks like I am off premod
It was sooooo tedious

So! Hows about a cuppa?

Oh well done clare, that wasn't too bad! Seems only a while ago you were put in premod. Now, behave yourself, won't you.

I'm watching Doctor Who, at least, I saw the first 14 minutes, then paused it to chat to someone by email, now I'm nearly ready to finish watching it. There's a very, very, VERY beautiful young woman on the show, an English-looking girl, my goodness me. God has had me chaste my life lone long; it has been heartbreaking, often. He promised me a woman but this was 14 years ago. Who knows what has happened since then; for my part, I've been faithfully waiting. (Apart from one or two indiscretions earlier on.) It's heartbreaking because I can't imagine any woman waiting that long for me. We didn't even know each other, all I know is I had a vision, and the vision was confirmed by a man 6,000 miles away. So I have to wait. Most people, I think, think it's crazy. I don't know. All I know is that I wait in hope. I shall be really like middle aged when we next meet. I mean, you know, like starting to fall apart. Hey ho, this is only a short blinking of the eye, there's a whole Eternity to come, for which these years are but preparation. At least God's teaching me how to wait in loneliness.

Well, woofti, in truth I have never had a mate, so to speak.
I was married briefly and had some kids, wonderful kids, my joy.
But I never connected with anyone and I am now in my 60's.
Recently it has dawned on me that that is a long time and probably
there will not be That One for me.
But part of the reason I didn't notice so much time had passed was because
I was into other things, kids, other family members, some friends, and my projects.
and work.

Now all of a sudden I think Ohhh Noooo I am one of those Alone Ones
and I laugh but we both know it is kind of sad. But I know what to do.
Recently I spent some time with my kids and their families and friends.
One kid, specifically, who is not married, has a great life centered around
a community that gardens and rides bikes around town and cooks good meals
and goes swimming in the river and hikes. You know, just regular stuff. And I
forgot that I was lonely!

So that is what I am doing now, getting involved in those sorts of things and those
sorts of people, nothing big, just people gardening along side me or stirring the
jam pot when I get tired, or helping fix the chicken pen so the chickens don't get out.
just regular stuff. nothing earthshaking. but i am not so lonely now. i am a part of a
community.

Now I know you have issues that could interfere with you doing the same thing
But you know what? Maybe not, maybe you could do something similar too.
But that means not bringing your causes with you (I don't - and i have huge causes)
Just your everyday stuff like pot stirring or seed planting.
And yes, I realise you don't do that much physical stuff
But maybe it would make you feel good, it certainly would be good for you!
Physical well being helps mental well being.
We sleep better at night when we get some exercise during the day.
But exercise is so borrrrrrring.
Which is why chopping wood and gardening and painting walls is fun,
because it is not exercise - it is a project!

ah there i go again, giving advice, sorry

carry on!
i know i will

Bless you sweetheart. I don't get on with people. They call me Fool.

In Christianity folly is a virtue of sorts. It's all rather complicated.

All I want to do is write. That's what I am good at, that's what I am trained for, what people like, when I do it. But I have such a chaotic life because I don't have anyone to earth me. I am high in the clouds without a lightning rod to channel the brainsparks down to earth. All I wanna do is write. Write write write. I need to write. Helga has kindly offered that I may write again. But I'm not prepared to do any more piss tests. If she won't accept me the way I am then that's too bad, but I cannot be held in anxiety about piss tests etc. If my work involved looking after small children, or operating heavy machinery, then perhaps yes, a piss test would be appropriate now and then. But my work involves reading, looking things up, and writing. That's it. And I fail to see the relevance of piss tests to that form of work. If my writing is good, which I am assured is the case, then where's the problem? If my 'behaviours' resulted in late work, or bad work, then again, there would be a point in piss tests. But no. I think it's control for the sake of control. There's no attempt to try to help find the root causes of the 'behaviours'. Just punitive piss tests. Well I've had enough, I'm 43, not 16. I am unmarried - not by choice, but by obligation - I am extremely lonely, and I have behaviours which help me cope in the straitened cirx I find myself in. I am a writer, and I demand to be judged by the quality of my writing. Anything else is just taking the piss - metaphorically and, as it happens, literally. And I've had enough.

maybe it was something you said?

On a brighter note I started using the treadmill again, yesterday!

Treadmills are good because you have bars to hold onto and so you can
push yourself more without fear of falling down.

And I am still maki g it to the gym! Every other day but
1. That's better than nothing
2. There is a regularity to it, a schedule so to speak
3. The goal is to go every day with only one lapse a week

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ours is more personable.

How's it going?

Hello my darling. I'm very well thank you. Well not feeling tip top this morning, but I'll be all right. I'm 44 today. Going out, well I plan to, I don't really feel up to it quite at the moment. I want to see about a comfy chair.

Andrew's quoting a large chunk of Proverbs in his calligraphy and brushed aside my stated desire to make my own translation. Brush, brush.

Heddo, I hab a code in by node and cobbing and needing
and blowing by node alod

I beel loudy

Bag do bed