the mammal came home late last night with that eighteen-year-old i told you about in an earlier blog...along with them were two other friends of hers, a russian male and an american female...both around the same age...i was still awake, but in my room trying to sleep...i could hear the disgust in the mammal's voice...he was like a teacher dismissing students, or someone acting well above his guests...parental like...and for good reason...they were functioning with eighteen year old brains, and the mammal was only humouring them for the 'nookie' so to speak...at one point the mammal even lowered himself to the dreaded 'helper monkey' role, when he had to go out to the unforgiving streets (leave his heart and hearth) and fetch o.j., because god forbid the girls have a vodka martini, instead of the more forgiving screwdriver...but, as always the ever horny mammal obliged...i had to venture out of my room later to use the loo, and was greeted tersely by the russian adolescent, who obviously was protecting his domain (a la his woman)...later, i awoke around five in the morning, listening groggily to the song 'louie louie' emanating from the mammal's room...on repeat!...at that point i was too tired to stumble out into the mess (which i knew existed in the living-room), and then into his room to turn it off...therefore, your correspondent proceeded to have horrible dreams in which the song 'louie louie' was prominent...in the morning the mammal was remorseful, although i was not angry...and when i asked him what the deal was with 'louie louie', he responded, "yeah, i don't know what i was thinking, it seemed like a good idea at the time...were you the one that turned it off?"...and so ended another mad night with the mammal...