Jack came home last night.
Things are so much better with him here,
even if he was in a sour mood when he came in.
Let’s just say that changed quickly.
*Insert winky face here*
~A much releived Ianto
I really hate paper work.
I really hate it.
Usually Jack and I split it 50/50, but with him gone it falls on me.
Honestly, I don’t see why Gwen couldn’t help out with it more.
It’s not hard, check a few boxes here, sign a name there.
It’s just tedious.
When ever Jack leaves she decides she’s in charge.
I know, I sound like a brat, but I just want some help.
She’s not even busy now,
drinking coffee with her feet up.
I should throw something at her.
I think I will…
This shoe looks nice.
She threw it back.
It seems that I have caught a bug.
I can’t remember being sick, even when I was a child.
Gwen likes to pick and say I’m going through Jack-withdraws.
I do miss him.
Two more days and he’ll be home.
At least I have spike to keep me company.
If you’re feeling ugly take solace in the fact that Jack Harkness would still probably hit it