Being Reasonably Irrational
Thursday, January 22nd, 2004
Being Reasonably Irrational
A Dom Entry
Elijah's birthday's on the way. Somewhere next week, I believe. Bill says that we have to have him over; take him to drinks or something as a surprise. I suppose since the bloke hardly has any company, he might like an outing, even if it will only be the three of us.
All right, maybe I'm crazy...but I'm still really wrecked about this blackmail thing. I really don't want this birthday thing to end up in ruins because of any...fucking stalker. I think Billy's worried about me. He's worried that I worry too much. But...it's just... I just found him and... I don't want to lose him. Not this soon, and not like this.
I guess I kind of feel responsible for him. Like...I should protect him. You know? I mean, I don't know that he's exactly smaller or more vulnerable than I am. I don't think so; I mean... Well, hell, I know how strong he is. But... I mean, what if something were to come along that he just didn't see? What if I wasn't there? Something could happen...
Am I overreacting? Man, I'm asking too many questions. I don't know anything. I'm probably just being obsessive, like Billy says. There's nothing wrong. Those photos were just some...coincidence. A one-time thing.
I hate being at work. Especially after 3pm. Billy's going to come home and be alone. Even if he has three killer cats. They'd kill a girl scout during cookie season.
2:47pm... School is almost out. Those kids will be running and screaming through the hallways. Billy will get his papers. And get in the car. And come home.
...bullocks to the cats. They don't care about him like I do.
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