brilliant, funny *and* sensitive, yet surprisingly not gay

Have almost recovered from my cold of the past two weeks.

Congratulated myself for dozing off on Dirk's pillow (as opposed to my seven, piled high) while he showered this morning.

He said he knew I was sick when I passed on eating breakfast yesterday.

Now, I hardly blow my nose at all and only cough at inopportune moments, as opposed to all the time.

I think I deserve a medal.

And he deserves two, one for not killing me and the other . . . for not killing me.

betholindo at 11:17 a.m.

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