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WHO: House and Wilson
WHAT: Post-Thanksgiving Bliss
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: Turkey Day!
WARNINGS: Man-love

( Sometimes I feel just like I'm falling in the ocean )

What the hell was that all about?

Three new bottles of lube: $10.00
Good massage oil: $35.00
Getting to have sex with your once-dead lover again: Priceless.

God I think I love this place.

God, sometimes I really do get sick of waking up with a headache.

Potter, Black, I'm just going to presume this is your fault. One or both of you.

2008. What the bloody fuck is going on?

Ugh.

I actually went to the gym today to work out and good Lord I'm sore. Guess when one doesn't work out for a year or two and then do they get to discover all the new muscles they had forgotten about.

What I need is a hot, hot bath and some pain killers.

I think someone kidnapped House.

House? This isn't funny. Seriously. Leaving your laptop on the ground, the door to our apartment open...

Haha. The joke is over, okay?

I'm...pathetically bored.

I'm...not going to work today.

The day after is never fun. I should know this by now.

And to think, I've never really minded doing clinic hours before.

Bored and lonely.

Guess it's the American way.

My head hurts.