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days off should be better.
2011-01-13 @ 12:45 a.m.
the huge snowstorm they kept talking about never really came to fruition, but boy's boss told him yesterday to just stay home today, so he did. it was a grumblefest the entire time. last night he set his alarm "just in case," even though by the time we went to bed there were already 3 inches on the ground. then this morning, he's letting his alarm go off forever because i know he was considering going in. he got up and stayed out of bed forever, so long in fact that i got up myself both because i couldn't sleep and because i was wondering if he did decide to leave. ultimately he didn't, and returned and told me he couldn't sleep, and some other things that i don't remember because he came back to bed just as i was finally falling asleep. he said, "if i'm not asleep in 10 minutes i'm going to just stay up," and of course he was asleep before it was even fully out of his mouth. we slept in til 12 and woke up and he was just in this daze, wandering around, and i was thinking, can't we just enjoy our day off? does work always always have to come first? before your own life? i don't understand that way of life. i need to live first, and work second. so i was all excited because i thought we'd be rolling around all day, fucking like bunnies, but he just wanted to sit around and smoke this shitty weed he got instead of the good expensive stuff, which just made us lazy and tired as hell. we giggled a lot and i massaged his cock through his pants which he loves, and dinner was fantastic, but i'm feeling like i missed out today. this morning we were joking about how old and crippled and mangled he's going to be in 30 years when he can finally retire (because he works at least 3 times harder than everyone else every day), and i was saying that i'd massage his mangled claws, and he said that since he'd no longer have any hand strength he'd have to ask me to do everything for him. then he started doing this weird brooklyn voice, saying, "[tinea], grab me an ice bag for my hands," or "[tinea], i'm gonna need you to wrap me up in my snuggie." and i was like, why are you going to turn into an old jewish woman as you age? and of course there was no good answer for it except that it was hilarious, and that i love him and will rub whatever belongs to him whenever he asks until my own hands stop working.
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