An unusually stressful couple of days thanks to a work email from a manager that I'm pretty sure is a psychopath in the clinical sense has led to a cold finally getting its hooks into me for my birthday.
Still, before going home to wake with a sneeze, things were better. At midnight I was in bed with the masochist after an evening of sex, British movies, and Indian food delivered by one of her other boys... it was unusual, of course, but I appreciated the layers of affection that it demonstrated. She likes me, and they love her, and it culminated in this awkward but tender moment.
One must always appreciate what one has, unconventional as it may be.
Still, before going home to wake with a sneeze, things were better. At midnight I was in bed with the masochist after an evening of sex, British movies, and Indian food delivered by one of her other boys... it was unusual, of course, but I appreciated the layers of affection that it demonstrated. She likes me, and they love her, and it culminated in this awkward but tender moment.
One must always appreciate what one has, unconventional as it may be.
Happy birthday! I'm sorry you're not feeling well though.
ReplyDeleteThank you! :)
ReplyDeleteI took some anti-histamines and ibuprofen, went and played some soccer, and for most of the two hours was able to ignore it.
Shame I had to come home. :)