My First Real Day Off

I’ve got a cough, one of those smoked-too-much hacking coughs that you have trouble controlling. Sam just looks at me with disappointment every time I hook, hook, hook.

My first day off after how long? I should look it up, but I’m fairly sure it was halfway through July. Yesterday doesn’t count as LouLou was here and I was still entertaining from the weekend.

I switched the morning TV off fairly smartly. Goodness me. Although, that Karl Stefonovic gets me going, he's cute, I'd like to lick his face. I got pretty stoned pretty quickly. Ah, you know, what does a boy do to entertain himself? What to do in your down time? I started to watch porn on my laptop, Buddy was by my side. I decided that all boys whack off in front of their dogs, it is just that sort of relationship. The dog doesn’t care, he either watches benignly, or falls asleep.

Well, I was trying to... with my hand down my... um... track suit pants, but Buddy got very interested in what I was doing. It is very hard to... um,... er, shall we say, keep tugging away when you have a 25 kilo bulldog digging at your crotch panting. It made me wonder what Jason used to get up to? Of course, maybe that is just my fantasy, watching Jason wank and all. Ha ha. But, I have to tell you, the determination he... oh, he's a bulldog what am I talking about.

A string of steady “No’s!” "No!" "NO, don't be creepy!" "No!" "NO!" "NO!!!!!!" And a couple of light taps to his fat face and he lost interest and “harrumphed” and lay down face first on the carpet next to me. Then he rolled over and snored with his little pink tongue hanging out.

I messed around on my PC after that. I never really use it any more. I’ve got to run it occasionally, otherwise the updates back up... 

... and the day slipped away.


I was unshowered and stoned on the couch when Sam arrived. Sam bought me cough mixture. Isn’t he sweet. The one thing he is not so sweet about is me lounging around the house doing nothing, even if it is, effectively, my first day off. Oh no, no, no. He wanted to know how I’d got on with my list of things to do.

"Um? Er?"

He gave me “that look” when I told him, "not so well."

We went to Woolies, of course. The dreaded Woolies. "AH!" Dinner. Yay. I don’t know what I did, um ate, before Sam came along, but I know one thing I have never visited the supermarket quite so often.

Sam cooked noodles.

Lovely.