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So, Master didn't come home last night. Or today. Nor have I gotten a call, or a text, or anything. He came home yesterday evening after work, changed clothes, I cut his hair, he got ready to go play poker & go dancing (his Saturday night ritual) and said he'd be home around 1:30. He never showed up. I've yet to hear anything at all from him. I am worried sick - not sure if I should be calling hospitals or jails. He had about a half ounce on him when he left the house, so I'm honestly worried that he got pulled over for something silly & they caught him with the pot. Fuck. It's not like they could get him for intent to distribute or anything, cause it was a pretty damn small amount, but, I'm worried sick. I don't know what to do. I am positively a mess right now.

My sister came over to watch the kids & since Master is no where to be seen or heard from, we ended up sitting around until her husband got off work around 9:30. She has a little one just a smidge younger then C, so it was quite fun to see them checking each other out. I swear those kids are born to be best friends. Was nice to have her with me while I fussed about where Master is..I'm really not great at handling things like that alone. Which, I guess, is why I am blooping it now. Gah. Just took half a xanax...Last one in my bottle, need get my perscription refilled here soon. I never think about a refill on it til I am mid freakout though. Suppose that's why I'm supposed to take it regularly. Ugh, I can't function well enough on it to take it all the time though. Whatever. I'm...ugh, I know I need to sleep & whatnot, but I also need to know what the hell is going on with him. I need to know he's ok. Since the day we met, we have never gone more then 24 hours without talking - much less since we've been living together. Since then, we've like, I dunno...We do nothing without the other person knowing. Me more then him I guess, but, either way. We've got routine....I'm quite worried. He's got tomorrow off work, or I'd be damn tempted to just show up at his work & see if he's there. That sounds kinda creepy, but, we live together - I feel like when he ceases to come home & won't let me know anyhting, that I am slightly entitled to go to measures to see that he's ok. I'm really, really worried. I was mad at first, but now, now I'm just a worried mess. I'm thinking about starting off calling the hospitals and then maybe the jail. I don't know though. I wouldn't know where to start - especially with the jail. UGHHH. Why why why is this happening?! I just want to know he's ok.