Today is a day where nothing is going right. My modem is lying to me. All of the blinkies say it's on the internet, yet I am unable to go anywhere most of the day, or get to my newsgroups or check my email. I spilled a bottle of butterscotch cordial, and frankly, I think that ought to be a sin. Butterscotch is yummy and to hell with the calories.

Take one bag of generic candies. Unwrap all the little fardling things. Take the tiny saucepan out and put in 1/2 cup of spring water. Simmer the water. Keep on medium heat. Add the candies one at a time until melted. Let cool. Add 1/2 cup vodka. Pour carefully into a Mason jar and seal. Pretty color. Awesome flavor.

I have to try the recipe with Red Hots too, but they only sell them near VD day, which is not my favorite holiday and it is no where near today. Thank goodness. Like I need that sort of depression right now. Today is bad enough. Besides, Red Hots would be red, and I have enough red cordials. Why aren't more things actually green or blue?

Today I am better off not baking. I am locking myself in the small room, and making Frank order something for dinner. I will listen to Tony, if I dare risk playing a tape in the radio. I have three open lime-scented deodorant bars in this room. If I close my eyes, I can feel his breath on my cheek as he sings to me.

Of course, with my luck today, he had garlic for lunch. Hmph.  ¶ 7:22 PM