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

I'm still feeling a bit iffy.

I've been having something like an out of the body experience for three days now. I'm coming back in to land now, but things were really weird for a while. I've been watching myself look and listening to myself hearing. This is somewhat less bad than it sounds.

I think I've been a bit ill, but these days I hardly ever seem to get an old fasioned flu or anything like that. Just these strange episodes.

I've had a crisis of confidence about my Guide entries. What this means is that I read them and thought they were crud. Except for the "Free Will" one. I suppose it shows that transient confusional states do not great writing make. I'm temped to unsubmit them, but I probably won't. If they are submitted at least one poor sod is going to have to read them.

Has anyone else felt that their inner life was some kind of contageous disease? Ah. Memes. Late again.

I'm doing some mildly self punishing stuff at the moment. Nothing very drastic (I lack the energy). Strange thing is, I'm not particularly unhappy. Life seems to have a momentum of its own. I'm not pushing, and things keep moving by.

I walked to my brother's place this evening, and saw what looked like a really nice alignment of the crescent moon and a couple of planets. I had a slightly insulated moment of "Wow, what an incredible Universe we live in."

Trite Thought for the Day: In other circumstances I think I could have been an anorexic, but I lack the organisational skills.

Late Sunday night and I popped by to see how your new atricle (Pleasure Devices) was goimg, and read your journal thing. That out of body thing. I have that at times, almost going round in a daze, a lack of something, but still aware. It usulaly only lasts a dayor so but can be weird. I've done various drugs in the past a isn't he same.

My advice to you regaing Guide entries is similar to my advice elsewhere on teenage poetry, write, submit, forget. A wise man once said (well my mate Joe the Throw actualy) "Never regret anything you do as long as it seemed a good idea at the time" he also said "Yyyrrrggggaarrrgghh" (sound of projectile vomiting, hence his name).

Trite thought of the day 2; I would be paranoid if it wasn't for the fact that no-one yet knows me well enough to hate me.

Have Fun, Night Night

Kadu Flyer

Thanks for your comments. It's nice to know that people actually read these things! Comfoting to know that other people have a semi-detached relationship with their body at times. I get some pretty weird visual stuff at times, too.

I really like that "Good idea at the time" thing. Actually, I find it hard to come up with a better justification for doing anything!

Trite thought for the day 3: I would have attention deficit disorder, but, er, um, huh?