Red House by Jimi Hendrix
...I haven't heard from Chris in 2 days. Normally, this wouldn't worry me, except for the fact that we've talked to each other at least once practically everyday we started seeing each other.
Also, he's still in Long Island and last we spoke he told me he was leery about driving anywhere because he was afraid of getting lost.
I called the Inn today, there was no answer. I'm going to call again in a little while. I don't want to worry about too much, I'm sure everything is alright but if I could hear his voice to confirm it, I'd feel a lot better.
I had the strangest dream this afternoon. Ghosts, poltergeists and all kinds of wierd things... I don't know what the hell that was all about.
Today's my friday at work for which I am very glad. I don't hate my job, but lately, I would rather stay home and sleep.
Come on Chris, call dammit!
