I wish I knew what was going on in Shreveport. Do you know how frustratin’ it is to be tied to a vampire and not know what all those things he’s feelin’ actually mean? Tonight was such a mess of emotions, none of them good, and do I know if there’s actually any danger? No.
Not that that’s anyone fault, of course. People have better things to do than let me know what’s goin’ on, which is fine. That doesn’t mean I don’t worry, though. Last time Eric felt this… I don’t know, depressed, there was a real possibility he could die. Well, second die. That’s somethin’ to worry about, right?
I don’t know, maybe it’s not. Maybe I’m just blowing it all out of proportion. Or maybe I’m worried because I haven’t heard anything from Bill either. Not in days, really. I mean, I get Eric not callin’ or nothin’, he’s busy and lives all the way in Shreveport, not that it feels like he’s there right now, but that’s not the point.
But Bill lives just across the cemetery, and he’s my boyfriend. I know he’s busy and all, but he could pick up a phone! Lord knows he knows he knows how to make business calls. I love him and all, but this is getting ridiculous. He’s my boyfriend for heck’s sake! I should hear from him more than what? Once a week?
Not that I don’t get busy and all. I’m back to workin’ full time, and the place has never been busier, but I still make time for… Well, I guess my life’s been mostly work too. I’m probably as guilty as he is. I know how to pick up a phone too, I guess. It’s hard to admit when you’re wrong about these things too, you know? I guess we both probably need to clean up our acts and start makin’ time for each other if things are gonna start to get better. Dang, this seemed so much easier when we first started dating and all we had to worry about were disapprovin’ Merlotte’s patrons…
That’s life, I guess.