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

*waggles in*

You should have been at dinner last night. Over at a friend's place. There were six of us and the conversation was soo funny and the food was sooo yummy (mmmmm! I say. mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm!) and there was waaaay too much red wine. Too much red wine is barely enough, of course. But it was Sunday night and now it's Monday and all morning I kept thinking: If I were on Krissy time it would only be Sunday today and I wouldn't have to go to work.

Anyway, Hi!

*swizzles out*

*shimmies in*

You know what? You're absolutley right that I should have been there. We've talked about it so often...I've talked about London so often...I can't figure out what I'm doing still in this forking country!! I should have been there though. Except that I don't like to party on Sunday nights now because A: my boss has a billion and a half things for me to do on Monday and B: Craig Charles is on TV and I have to take advantage of that for as long as I can.

Saturday night, however, I did manage to drink myself sick, and I can't figure out how I did that. I was fine fine fine and then suddenly extremely ill. Except for being a little hung over I was okay on Sunday though.

It's gray and rainy today and I don't want to have to do my job. Is there anything you need that will let me put off doing it?

Oh, and I love you.

*shimmies, waggles and noodles about*

*wiffles by*

I do got a AWFUL BIG BUNCH of love I gotta carry from place to place. You could help me with that...

*snafu's into the sunset*

*picks up some 'o the love and rolls around in it for awhile* You know, this stuff is so wierd. You can't sell it, but you can give it away.

Good thing you and I have so much of it.

*gives somethin' back*

I seen ya' do it, too.