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

..I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and how safe I feel going to sleep knowing that you're looking after me.

With all of everything I can muster,
die kleine Frau

...would I were as much of a hottie as thou art.

I stayed up an hour later than I said I would. I sowy! But I...had to do something. And then doing that something made me hungry. And then I decided to take out the garbage...

Tomorrow you'll have another several hours without me. I do hope you'll come pick me up again. I that. We need to remember to tidy up .

Yay!! Technically, tomorrow, the tittle tids are coming back....yay!!! I hope they're not too different after a week. You'd be surprised.

I'm not sure what my point is. I hope that, first, you actually notice this posting. () Second, I hope it makes you feel nice. I do love you so much and I'm sorry that circumstance are what they are and that you have to feel alone and isolated and restless and bored, etc., etc., sometimes. I hope you can at least look back at this year as a positive experience. What's that line I made up? Something about how no barriers are broken without pain and inertia? I think the same applies here. There are so many necessary evils that we have to experience in order for us to be together. I imagine it will be worth it though. Hell, even if you do decide that I'm incurably obnoxious, you will still make bank with a whole half a trailer in your name..er wait...that belongs to Mom..OK, half a crappy Kia! I still think it would be funny if we rolled into Oxford in our rusting trailer. We'll first have to have another 6 kids or so though to complete the picture. And you'll have to slip a sawed-off shotgun or two past border security. I'm a backwards girl from a backwards land, but I hope you can love me forever and ever.

I certainly love you! You're always at the front of my thoughts..the farthest you venture from the forefront is when I'm mentally holding your hand whilst carrying on conversations with other thought processes. And usually my head will be resting on your shoulder and my arms will be snaked around you in that typical 'you're mine!/need tuddles!' manner.

Good night my love..I'll be with you very shortly. I always will be. I see myself as having a very tight orbit around you, so tight that when I'm obliged to move away from you a bit, my arms are outstretched to you, fighting to be pulled back in, safe and warm, with my lovely, sage Njan. I love you Jamie-!! (You know I do - when else have you really known me to make excessive use of those hated exclamation marks to the extent that I do with you? <loveblush).

I so ti-red. I sowwy I suck at posting to hootoo.

But you are more so a hottie than me! (More so a hottie than the good Mr. Depp, in fact. And you look just as good in eye makeup. ).. and I noticed the garbage this morning when I went out to get the mail! I was most touched at your dedication!

I'm not surprised. They've grown so much.. they're hardly tittle tids any more. *sniffle sadly*.. they're so bigger.. and differenter.. *sniffle*

But I love them still.

*giggle*.. I can quite imagine the looks college porters would give us .. you'd be surprised. Maybe we can hire Mr. Depp to transport our trailer by sea.. or.. maybe not.

*giggle*.. I'm glad. .. that's most reassuring.. (and yes, I'd noticed. I rather like that. )

You're.. with me now.. and I'm posting to you rather than tuddling.. wh.. *realises error of ways and tries to think of a way to cuddle you without making you mad.. *

I want tuddles too..but I feel sick.

BTW, lest I forget, your Dad called. News about your grandma - call him, please.

...

I should go to bed. This I realize. But I'm in don't-wanna-sleep purgatory. Mner. Come..come with me through this quasi-hell that always begins about 1:30 am.

Step 1. I should turn off the TV. I'm not watching it, and the noise is giving me false security.

OK..I did that. And I locked the door. God damned creepy door.

Step 2. Not sure here. Take a bath? If bath, read in bath? I'm too tired for that..I think. Actually, I think I'm too hot. It's too warm in here, but when the AC kicks on I'll be pissed because it's too cold. But after bath it will be nice and cool in the back room, which is the final destination, ostensibly.

I haven't done that yet. I'm weird about leaving posts not finished. Here's a definite problem. Want to document, write to you, communicate. Cannot do so if I step away from the computer.

...purgatory continues...

What if..no..yes. Yes. What if I post what I assume will happen if all goes to plan. If it does not, then I will be back at the computer, frustrated yes, but able to post a follow-up thread, an appendication, yes, indicating as much.

So then.

Step 3. Get up from computer. Run bath. Do not wash hair, bring a book in case. Book for school? Not a 'school book' school book, but a novel that we're to read for class Monday. Yes - Middle Passage. I've started it already. I don't think I've ever been assigned a book in which 'hand job' appears in the text, much less in the first 5 pages of text. Excellent read, it will be, yes. Hand jobs always make for good reading.

Step 4. Dry off, -

...Amendment to step 3.: have underwear and whatnot in bathroom as usual, so I don't have to go hunting about for them, wakig everyone up, being annoyed...

- get dressed, not forgetting hand-lotion and chapstick.

Step 5. I've taken my pill, so proceed forthwith to bed.

Step 6. Sleep, little one, sleep.

Step 7. Continue with sleeping until such a time that babies whine loudly enough to necessitate arousing oneself.

Step 8. Wake up the Jamie-Fish. Make plans for day, hopefully involving not-house air and a drive, perhaps even the procuring of Disney Pack-packs for smaller household members.

And so on.

Amendment to step 5.: Jamie-Fish ever so sweetly with gratitude and greatest .

God Jamie, I sure love ya.

This thread is quickly becoming a one-sided conversation I have with you on nights that I can't sleep. My journal probably explains why my brain is nervously awake. I don't know why I do this to myself late at night. Perspective goes out on benders every night, apparently, and only comes back late afternoon after having passed out in the park. . There aren't any loan sharks after me, so I really shouldn't be so fatalistic. It is funny, though, the admonition for people to not spend beyond their means. What advice do they have for people who start out in the hole? Mner.

So. The plan tonight involves staying up I guess. At about 10 'til 8, I'll head out, do a couple things, then come home and pass out. Five minutes into a nice dream, the kids will come wake me up.

There is a really random show on Bravo atm called Smack the Pony. . Ah...they just started speaking. Shoulda known it would be British...wahahahahahaha!

I hope it's rainy today. I like it - it makes me feel like I can breathe. I wonder if I would do well to run a cold-mist humidifier regularly. I'll bet after harvest, this air is horrible on the lungs.

Well..I'm going to go space out I guess.

I love you!!!!