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

Isn't it 639, not 369?

I think you are right sorry.

I'm going to leave it until tomorrow, because I don't feel well - my innards are acting funny, and I have an awful headache.

I'm just going to go get the coffee before there's a crowd.

Ok , sorry about the innards. Be careful. Take your time.

I'll take it tomorrow. Sorry - my head hurts. I think it's just all this cold stuff and whatnot. I'll be all right in awhile.

Got to store - got coffee and coke - made it back, but could not have gone anywhere else.

I don't think I have the flu or anything - I think it's just one thing and another, because I've been sitting here cheerfully eating 50 cents' worth of peanuts I got at the drugstore.

I hope you like the coffee - because that's a 1.1 kg can. It says so on the can, 1.1 kg - 39 ounces. Who thinks of these things?

Hey Babe you got TWO items on the front page today. I just got in and made a real berk of myself on the bus as getting the machine to accept my dollar was tough. Have a good day today. I hope your innards get secure.

And notice that the two items are the Vesica Piscis and Mary Toft - how's that for synchronicity?

One, what do you want for supper with that ground beef - taco salad or meat loaf?

Two, what do you think about the idea of my sending Trish's b'day present along with their Christmas package, as it's so smegging cold out there today?

That sounds fine to me. I replied to your email taco salad is ok for me if you needn't have tomatoes I forgot to put them on the list. We should have everything else.

There are tomatoes. They are in the fridge. I bought some. And you *did* put them on the list.

I hope you got my 'reply' on Outlook. I hate that thing.

So it's okay to just leave Trish's present? It will save money. I'll send her an ecard.

SOUNDSgood to me. Trish won't mind getting more at Christmas, I'm sure.

I sent her an ecard with a lotus on it.

I've applied to two jobs already, and I'm going to do one at Drexel.

The others were proofreading in Wayne and medical writing in Wilmington.

Who knows? lil's excited. I explained that the main reason the Gaels weren't coming was the impossibility of one person playing a dozen characters at once, and she said she'd have liked to have seen me try. Sadistic, the lot of them. Watch - Kyra's going to show up about 2 pm, and be one person. Mala's going to show up and be one or two people. Tav will be one. You won't be able to be there. And Eli will be one - and lf, Anole and thorn won't be there at all. And lil will be one emoting machine, plus Harper.

And I will be the whole rest of the cast - and I don't even want to be doing this wedding.

Phooey. I will get them married, if it's the last thing I do.

I want to go home.

Gotcha, sorry we didn't think of the copy cat effect after Jamie's bonding ceremony. I still think its a smegging sellout to the romantic novel RPG ers. But I blame that John, how on earth could he possibly want LAyla. Has he been doing ganja planetside bigtime? Or did he draw short straws somewhere. I just feel sorry for him.

It'll all come out in the wash. Speaking of which, the bed's remade, your laundry is stacked neatly in the dressing room, awaiting your disposal, and my load is in the dryer. How's that for efficient?

I agree that it's a bore, but - making room means finding out where you can put the leftovers, and this will do that. That, of course, is the real reason Morgan can't come to the wedding - it's *not* a reenactment, and Jamie's undercover.

Let's see...I've got Robin Williams planning the wedding, Bing Crosby officiating in a church called Shiloh (which is why I picked it, because I could find a map right to North Park, but I couldn't find a photo of the inside), and Victor Borge playing the organ.

She will march in to Ravel's Bolero, and they'll exit to Dixie.

What else could I do to them?

I started to have Rev Syn perform the ceremony, but couldn't figure out how he could have fooled the Bathmat, so I left it out. Maybe he can - I know, he can be the emcee at the reception. He's got style.

Sounds terrific, Bolero really! Loved the church interior shot too. The wedding planner is like a mixture of Robin Williams and that horrible exercise guy I can't think o his name---he wears shorts and does Sweating to the Oldies---oh yea Richard Simmons. Between all that the the silly horse and carriage I can't think of another thing to make it worse. the horrible thing is Lil will think its terrific so whatever.

Oh, yeah - he does remind one of Richard Simmons. Oh, lord, it's just too-too 70s, isn't it?

Yes, lil loves the photos I'm sending her of the Pocono countryside. I thought she might like to see it - it's pretty and different.

I'm still working on that application for Drexel. They have an opening in advising.

I should alert Sheila to that opening, too - she really wants to do that sort of thing. And who knows, they might take her on.

Damn, I would hire you in an instant if I had the bread. Any word from the Paki yet?

No, no word. I imagine it will take a day or two. Probably somebody has to look at the sample, or compare bids, or something.

Mailman just came with a little box for you. It's on the buffet. Oh, and remember to call that number.

Will do, thanks for remembering.

I'm going to heat some soup in a few minutes. I bought some of that boxed soup - a mushroom one - in a little box, like the big boxes of the broth.

Laundry is all done, too.

Just got lost in thought about what to fix for supper. I think I'll do a meatloaf, okay?