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

Not that I've got much to write. Um, it's snowed some more at Heavenly, although fat lot of good that does me now. The one day I got before leaving was somewhat hampered by lack of snow, there's only so many times you can ski one run without getting bored.

Ouch! Ah, obviously you don't want to read anything about snow then Krissy? How about jogging? Haven't been jogging for ages though, so I don't have anything to say about that.

I'm meeting up with (in alphabetical order) Ant, beeline and Peta tonight, that, surely, is worthy material for a journal mention. This means that I've got approximately 7 hours to recover from my Friday hangover before I set about acquiring a Saturday one.

Right, that's all for now. More in another 12 weeks.

Well, this is good..but you have to keep GOING...

7 weeks... That's just not acceptable...

How's yerself love?

OK, OK, I've done another. 8 weeks between entries isn't too bad. I would keep it more up to date, but it's just that I never do anything worthy of a mention.

Things is good thanks, how be you? I notice from somewhere (floor42_miami_trip mail groupy thing, I think) that you've been over to London in my absence. Hope that was fun. Hmm, well, of course it was fun but...

...oh I give up trying to say what I think I'm trying to. My brain's still trying to get used to the idea that it's 8 hours later than it has been. I've not been getting nearly enough sleep either. A weekend is just what I need, so long as I use it wisely and don't, as I fully intend to do, spend it getting drunk. I'm my own worst enemy.

I completely understand. I was only over in London for 5 days, but sleeping on the plane the whole way pretty much set my clock to London time. Every night I plan on going out and being social and every night I'm dead asleep by ten or half ten.

Watch out for the evils of alcohol. I've been trying to beat alcohol by making it my friend...sort of infiltrating from the inside, you understand. Unfortunatly, it's been getting the best of me.

London was fun. We had 4 curries in 5 days and layed around a lot watching movies. I can't wait until I live there. It's getting to the point where one day without Andy sucks, and 2 and half months is unimaginable. *sits around being withdrawn and depressed*

Um...that's pretty much it for me!

Actually, my jet lag isn't that bad. It's having a schedule that makes all the difference, took me ages when I came back at Christmas - kept falling to sleep in the middle of the day, waking up at 3 in the morning and all that sort of thing.

Alcohol really can be a bit of a problem, it's not that I *HAVE* to have it but I like it! I hardly drank at all when I lived in San Jose, I guess that's one of the benefits of having to drive everywhere!

4 curries in 5 days?! That's pretty good going! I once ate nothing else for a week, took me a while to recover from that little episode.

And stop sitting around being withdrawn and depressed, it'll only make the time go slower...

Well, I can't help it. You know what else I've started doing? I've begun not cleaning anything ever. The house looks terrible. Frightening.

I think I'm going to have to try and get myself motivated to clean it this weekend. I think it's just sort of a general objection for being here instead of London on the part of my subconscious.

Starting not doing something sounds like a positive way to look at stopping to me.

So, did you clean?