The Nineteenth Hour

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My only option seems to be 'legal counterattack' at this point. Naturally I will blog it all, recording encounters on my voice recorder and naming names as I go. Should be extremely boring.

Kootch got her first taste of my blog tonight as I read the relevant parts to her from last friday. She laughed, then hit the sack, wishing me goodnight (Another stomp above me just then, followed by skin gas. No more mister tap guy?).

So far tonight I'm following last week's booze recipe: three Mickeys, followed by six 3.2 NLs, followed by a couple of shots of Canadian Mist, as seems appropriate at the time. But I began last week on an empty stomach again, whereas today I ate 'breakfast' consisting of leftovers from last night's dinner, another Kootch creation. So I enter the nineteenth hour somewhat less toasted than last week.

Which brings us to Kootch's recipe for Spaghetti.