House of corruption

Each time I have friends-in-a-couple staying over (and that tends to happen quite a lot, said couples being gay, straight, whatever...), I always feel obliged to precise : "Sorry lovebirds, but the rule is NO body fluids, hence preferably no sex..."

I don't know if all of them always followed the rule, (and I don't wish to know either) but if they did, that must mean that, recently, I've bypassed it a bit over-enthusiastically...
All for the best, obviously, but still, my bed is broken, and that's a good reason to be pissed off.
The landlord refused to pay for a new one, so I spent most of yesterday evening battling with an Ikea build-your-own kit. Not my favourite pastime if you ask.

I brought the subject up to my housemates yesterday night, and the three of us sat in the living room, trying to count the number of persons -including us and partners- who had sex in The House since we moved in last February.
It was actually impossible to make a proper approximation. But the minimum is definitely over 20, and the maximum is, hopefully, below 40...

We had a private joke going around amongst the Usual Suspects saying that when once one stepped in The House, it was impossible to escape without at least a serious drinking problem...
It looks like we found another way to make The House a place of corruption... and fun!



This being said, my current life seriously lacks in corruption. And fun.
I'm just recovering from another flu. It probably has to do with my half-an-hour-long walk under the pouring rain on Monday night. Coming back walking from the Shmooking creek's new haven in Gloucester Road felt like an amazing idea at the time... And it certainly was a great feeling. At the time.
NOT the next day when I woke up with enough temperature to cook a whole English breakfast on my forehead.

To add to all the "fun", I've been working my ass off at work recently, and can barely get my six hours of sleep a night. This, and the perspective to work at week-ends very soon, and travelling all over Europe again. Ok, I love my job, but it's getting all VERY stressful. Tremendously panicking is the correct term actually.

And no "corruption" either since last Saturday.
I realised I kind of really like Hihes, and I kind of miss him too...
So I kind of avoided OG while he was in London, and was quite cold to French Guy. At least until I've figured things out. The fact that Hihes is currently out of town and out of reach doesn't help the whole figuring out, though.

I keep thinking that if there's a God somewhere, he keeps having fun at my expense.

Last night, when I went to my newly built bed, I found two texts in my phone.
First one from OG:
"My darling, I miss you!! I'm so sorry we couldn't catch up when I was in London! I'll be back on 10th December, ok!?! And will be around til xmas...I hate xmas... :) Let's have lots of sex to make us ignore it... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx" (I had mentioned earlier that I hated Christmas...)

Second one from French Guy:
"Hello you! How are you? I haven't seen you in sooo long, are you ok? What are you doing tonight? We could go for diner or something. Take care. xxx"

I really wonder what I am going to do...