This is my life, these are my choices

[jumperfucker]

No, actually. They're not my choices. They're S's choices. Because he's the idiot who chose to go let himself into Bill's last night, and then leave after making a huge mess in the kitchen.

And now he's sulking because Bill made him go back there today and clean it up. You know, I didn't even know S knew how to do the washing up. I might have to do something with this new information.

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[not_thatbill]

Thanks for helping me practically drag him back

Thank God Millie was too sick to leave the bedroom to look at the kitchen

Also, thank God for earplugs, 'cos your boy's like a kid left in a room full of drums

[jumperfucker]

Oh, that was nothing. You should hear him when he really gets going.

Right now's when he's at his best though. Nap time is my favourite part of the day. :P

[not_thatbill]

No thank you, I value my eardrums

Lol, cute

[jumperfucker]

You could drop that man down a flight of stairs when he's out like this. I wish I could sleep like he does.

[not_thatbill]

Considering how little he sleeps, I'm not surprised that he's dead to the world when he naps

[jumperfucker]

Short of medication, I think that's something we just have to deal with.

[not_thatbill]

Think I like being in a non-medicated coma, yeah

[jumperfucker]

We tried it once. Back when we were trying to even out his sleep pattern. He slept for about twelve hours, and then just stared at the wall for another sixteen.

There were no further tests after that.

[not_thatbill]

Probably for the best

No, wait, definitely for the best

[mscontrarymary]

I could have told him that would happen.

[not_thatbill]

Bit late to say "I told you so"

[mscontrarymary]

Sorry, I didn't realise, or I would have warned you.

[not_thatbill]

Least he cleaned up after

Or rather, we made him clean up before Millie got to see the kitchen. That room is her baby