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Have gotten word from The Man himself that he's not dead.

Not happy, but not dead. I wish we could time our personal downswings so we wouldn't both be in one at the same time, but I guess we'll hae to commiserate together.

The fact that he's not happy worries me.
I know it's not about me, but I wish I could help him more than I already do.

Am I strong enough?
I hope so.
Because he's worth it to me.

"Some people claim/that there's a woman to blame/ But I know/ it's nobody's fault"

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Which would you rather:

Not know if he is alive or injured or even dead?

OR

Know that he is okay and just hasn't bothered to email you in over a week?

I'm glad he's alive- I mean, I THINK he's alive since he went and played with his online pet- but what have I done to deserve being ignored for a week?

Oooh, look- I'm all possessive and clingy and cranky. I just am not the fan of being ignored. He can go and feed his online pet but he can't drop a line to let me know he's just busy right now, don't worry, I'm not dead...

Rrrg.

What is wrong with me?!? Why can't I just be happy that he's not hurt or anything drastic? Why do I have to go ballistic over this?

And why am I putting this online instead of emailing him with my frustrations?
Well- 'cause I don't think anyone's reading _this_, but I don't want him to get the (sad but true) idea that I'm going crazy because he hasn't emailed me...

I just want to be as important to him as a little electronic pet, that's all.

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