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

I'm feeling a lot today like nobody loves me. I know that you have to send out emails to get some back and I know that you have to be around for people to post to you. I also know that I'm a bit of a broken record "weddingweddingweddingwedding".

The problem is that there is so much to do and I'm doing it all, so if I don't think "weddingweddingweddingwedding" all the time none of it gets done, we get behind and I lose it later when I realize how much I have to catch up on.

Andy is not a happy camper lately. I think he's getting overwhelmed too, with the move, and let's face it, the wedding being 96 days away is scary. I also think he might be getting sick. More often than not lately, though, he's in a bad mood and it's okay, but it is really bringin' me doooooown maaaaaan.

It's hard to remain cheerful in the face of crabbiness when your hormones are telling you to kill everyone you see.

To sum up: Nobody loves me. Everybody hates me. The way I'm going to make more friends is by being completely self-absorbed and self-pittying.

Now THAT's a plan.

I don't know you so I can't hate you and it seems like you need a hug and some chocolate. *hug* Hope you feel like smiling again soon

Mmmm. Imagine if they made chocolate hugs...

Hi! I'm bubster McClure. You may remember me from such hugs as "What, him? You know you can do a lot better" and "Of course it's OK to murder those dweebs..."

*engages target in hug pattern theta-7*
one from the siiide/
one from the other siiide/
complete double roll around/
double arm clinch and squidge once/
squidge twice/
squidge thrice/
foreheads together (gently) with squinky-eyed blinks/
cradle head on right- no, no, left - on *left* shoulder/
aaaaaaannnnnnnd relax...