What is wrong?

I have been so so lazy on these days off.  It’s been good and bad.  Only really bad because I haven’t done much at all so that means I think too much about the usual crap and start feeling sorry for myself, but I’ve kept myself occupied with mindless entertainment on the tv by re-watching season 4 of Queer As Folk.  I haven’t seen it in a few years so it’s actually been kinda alright watching it again. 

The only thing I’ve really done on these three days off is go to the movies with my friend Matt.  He picked me up and we went and watched ‘Bad Teacher’.  It wasn’t bad, had it’s funny moments, but I didn’t think it was amazing or anything.  We saw it on the big screen at Southbank, the only session on the huge screen as the rest of the day was filled with Harry Potter, which I still haven’t seen.  After the movie I went back to Matt’s and we just watched a movie at his place, but I was so tired by then I fell asleep on his bed.

Talk about embarrassing.  I have no idea if he noticed or not.  When I woke up, I had a hard-on tenting the pants I was wearing!  Geesh.  I mean, Matt and I hooked up years and years ago but we are well passed that.  I remember waking up and rolling over away from him when I realised I was pointing to the ceiling, although I’m sure that was too late and he probably noticed everything.

I seem to have a habit of doing that, through no control of my own.  In my own bed, I only rarely wake up with a morning glory, but I’ve noticed when I sleep in other people’s beds, when there’s been no inclination of anything sexual even happening, I’ll often wake up with a hard-on.  Talk about embarrassing!  It even happens sometimes when sleeping in a girl-friend’s bed, not just a guy-friends.  What the hell is wrong with my penis!?  
Yet when I’m awake and want it to do what it’s suppose to, it’s like ‘nup fuck you Matt, I’m goin to sleep.’

Anyway, Matt dropped me home, and I’ve pretty much done mindless crap since.  Back to work tonight, then another two nights off.  Hoping to actually get away this time, atlhough i feel good that doing has allowed me to not feel bad about blowing my money.

Andrew comes home today.  I think the place looks good, but who knows if it’s up to his standard of cleanliness.

My boss rang me today to talk about those fraudsters in May.  I remembered it exactly.  It was my own stupid fault for trying to do something nice for someone, who ultimately had been using a stolen credit card.  Luckily the owner is sending around a memo to everyone so this doesn’t happen again.  You just can’t trust anyone.