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

And that's a fact, Jack. Surely, even the unlikely minority of internet users who believe that technology is the scourge of the universe and Satan's personal chew-toy would be certifiable within a month for want of MODEM, E-MAIL or *gasp* a simple DIALTONE.


I dare anyone to make sense of that last sentence, dammit. It's been a while, and this is nothing like a bicycle.



In short, the phone is very much on, we are very much okay and we're barely starving at all. Color has come back to my once pasty complexion, I'm healthy from breathing OUTSIDE air and I've discovered how to talk to people without using emoticons! (I tired of people recommending good chiropractors every time I turned my head on its side.)

...Of course, all of that is about to change, me thinks.

But enough about me - how are YOU?

I thought I was Ok till just now. I think it may have been that sentence.

It almost always is, you know. Really.

Hmm.

*le sigh*

BOO !!!

sorry (

I'm glad that you're not starving much and you are happy.

I'll write some more if I think of some things.

*plunks down*

*crosses legs*

*gets out a deck of cards*

*waits*

Deal.

Aha! A betting chap.

How'dya feel about a spirited round of 52-card pick up?

Do I need to get to a 'phone for that or can I leave it to the answer machine?

*pulls out her own deck of cards*

Hey Amanda! I'll play you "Spit".

See? I knew I'd think of something to say.

Phew!
Saved by that 'soon to be' lady.