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

Last night I ended up crying onto my new laptop, sadly not attached up to t'internet yet. The reason was one of the most gut wrenching, soul searching, heart aching poems I've had to write for a long time.

The only thing is that the poet in me knows there are plenty more just like that welling up inside me at the moment so I may well have an entire volume ready before I know it if I carry on at this rate. I have to admit after a short while of having to revert back to a pen the joy of being able to type away again was a great relieve. However, I also do enjoy looking through my old manuscripts of poems that have gone before they show the poets thought process searching for a rhyme or scan.

At least one thing I found out over the weekend is that the cd drive does appear to be working on the machine. I didn't hink it was maybe this is a fault with the disc I tried in it first.

Well there is currently an epic poem in the making. Currently it runs to 24 stanzas and it is only just begun.