Irritable and Grouchy
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I feel betrayed. This is a highly irrational response to what I am certain is just a quirk of circumstances, nothing else.



Caleb hasn't left me a message. Nothing. I'm trapped at work with no painmeds (and yes, I AM addicted to them, I've been on Vicodin for what, a month now? It's catching.) and no way to get them and NO WAY TO KNOW what the hell is going on. He promised to tell me what was going on. It's been three and a half hours. He knows the number here. Even if the net connection is down, he should be able to get in touch with me.



He knows this matters... or he should. Then again, there's a lot of things he ~should~ know... Yeah, I'm not perfect either, but... dammit, what happened to my sweet slavepet? To the Caleb who would have LISTENED when I said 'let me know'? Where the fuck is he, hm?



I don't know. I'm stuck here, I can't find him. Then again, I don't know if I could find him even if I was there... he's been gone a long time.

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