Oh Lord.

The lad is now sick, and asleep at the moment. I'm taking care of him. Laptops and phones in the bedroom are a lovely thing. Housemate is blasting Elton John from her bedroom. Cat-with-claws is crawling on me, and I'm wearing not much more than the covers right now.

Life is good, though. I'm sitting on my ass in bed at three in the morning, next to the man I love, with "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" playing a couple rooms over. Haha. It'd be better if he weren't sick and pale and looking quite miserable indeed, but he told me he's happy if I stay with him. I can keep a vigil. As long as I get bathroom breaks. :-P

Mm. I'll cut this off, because sleep sounds quite tempting again (yes, I was already asleep. No one ever said that I didn't have problems with waking up in the middle of the night).

~ J