In which I lose all social graces due to my mad love of the pussy

You know how when you really really love something, and it’s worrying you, you can’t concentrate on anything else? Well, that’s what I was like for a couple of nights last week, and boy did it suck. I’m sure that there was some stage of my life in which I was actually articulate and interesting to talk to. I’m sure that I haven’t always been a mad crazy old lady with cats. Really.

But Sebastian didn’t come home last Thursday night, and didn’t show up in the morning before I went to work either, so I was stressing. My stress continued even when at 3pm I was down in the main office to send a fax and my Big Boss told me to come into her office and have some beer. Well, I wasn’t going to argue with that, and we were soon joined by Katy Troop who was looking for me. We were trying to build up a stack of jugs to the roof but achieved only half of that by 5pm, when it was decided that we would adjorn to my house, since Amanda lives just down the road from me, where we could check on Seb’s status, and drink some more wine before going to Katy’s for dinner, since Katy lives around the corner from Jessie, at whose house I was schedualed to attend a party later that night. Right.

Somehow we made it onto the bus, and back home, but there was no sign of Sebastian, waaah, and it stressed me out big lots more. Amanda brought us two bottles of her parents’ wine (as in, made by her parents, rather than from their liquor cabinet) and we ate fish’n chips, broke glasses and tried to find the hottest lesbian bits in Buffy.

Eventually we cabbed it to town from Amanda’s, and wandered up to Katy’s via Liquor King (who probably shouldn’t have served us, but meh!). Much much drinking took place at Katy’s, and gossiping, so consequenlty I now know far more about my boss than is probably decent – but it was all incredibly amusing. Just before midnight I finally managed to get my ass off the couch and so Amanda and I went down to Jessie’s. I have mentioned before how distraught I was about not knowing where Seb was, right? Well, that’s all I could talk about. I’m sure that I used to be able to talk to cute boys and flirt. Really, I’m almost certain of it. But not on Friday night. Oh no. I had to be all “but he’s my son!!!!!” like a thousand times. Yeah real great. The only actual conversation I remember having that didn’t revolve around Sebastian, however, did involve me telling my boss about my failed application for my dream job and my still amazement that I even got an interview for it (and my subsequent unhappiness that Bomber got the job), and she told me that no one actually expects me to reach my target this year, that they’re grooming me to stay on a while. So that was really nice to hear. Yeah.

I got home at 4am and could hear Sebastian crying, so I started crying, and was stumbling around trying to figure out how to jump a large gate when Venita came home and convinced me to wait until the morning. In the morning the gate was open and Sebastian was still locked in a workshop. Inadvertently trying to bust him out the drummer in the band of a younger brother of a Datsun got covered in sawdust. The morning was all somewhat of a blur to me, I was still very drunk. When the neighbour finally released Sebby, I cried some more. Waah waah waah. Way to impress hot young rock boys.

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