Gangbusters Back

Had a helluva time sleeping, woke up at 3. I didn't hear back from Warren in the morning, so I asked him how his day was. He asked for help when he got home, I canceled the waxing appointment. He wasn't just less than halfway done moving - he was only halfway done packing. It was 5pm by the time I got there, so traffic was going to be a bitch. He laid down with me, asked to see my hole since I hadn't shaved in anticipation of waxing. I blew him, he took a pic, we fucked. I'd brought a condom, but he took it off halfway through and finished without it.

He's terrible at packing. I started by helping him in his room, but eventually decided to split up. I finished packing his kitchen and he's made nearly no progress on his room. We made two trips to his Uncle's place - it's actually right by The Farmhouse, and his stuff takes up most of the available space in the house. It was getting on towards midnight again and we were both exhausted. He asked if I could just sleep there, but as much as I wanted to, I didn't feel right leaving Lady Miss Friday alone. We did get everything packed or tossed between our cars, and I told him we could just finish delivering things the next day.

I obviously love helping, but I feel like I've chipped away at the karmic debt from Tim and Dave helping me the night before I was supposed to be out of my last place....even though that's not how that would work and I don't believe in karma to begin with.