Down the rabbit hole.
Nov. 28th, 2005 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amityville_sweetheartLocked against Caleb.
Something’s wrong.
I can feel this sort of thing in my blood. I don’t know how, I’ve just always had this… this sixth sense. No, it’s not that complex, I guess. It’s just a tense feeling, like something’s out of place and I won’t know what it is until it happens.
I hate this.
Black Canary gets kidnapped, then Sand just gets zapped off into blackness in the middle of the fight, and we get attacked at Thanksgiving dinner (and I manage to knock my own dumb butt out, don’t need any help from the bad guys, thanks). I’m just barely holding onto my job by the skin of my teeth, trying my damnest to stay focused.
Then there’s Caleb. He never sleeps anymore, and then we both spend all day arguing over dumb things that don’t really mean anything because of it. It’s gotten to the point where I’m finding excuses not to be around, and I don’t want things to be like that, but I have absolutely no idea what’s gotten into him. I mean, yeah, sleep deprivation, stress, yadda yadda. But it’s not any of those things.
It’s like… merciful kitten, I can’t believe I’m saying this, it’s like he’s going mad. One minute he’ll be perfectly fine, and the next he’s just… just… it’s not even the angry outbursts. I could handle that.
It’s the way he looks at me anymore, like he’s studying me. And at first, it was just bad dreams, where he’d talk or stir in his sleep. Last night I got kicked, and he was screaming. Just… screaming.
Date someone for six months and you notice little things about them, like the fact that Caleb doesn’t drink coffee. I actually caught him this morning downing two No Dozes and a cup of coffee. He hates the stuff. Hates it.
And I called Louis, and he says I’m making something out of nothing. I mean, I know our jobs require a lot of time, energy, and, well, blood and sleep loss, quite frankly. Is it finally catching up to him? Am I making something out of nothing? I don’t want to be the naggy, over-protective girlfriend, but I feel like if something isn’t done soon he’s going to crash, hard. And this whole mess with me restoring Amelia’s soul hasn’t helped things at all. If anything, he’s become more obsessed with finding a “cure”, and I really don’t have the heart to tell him a second time that there probably isn’t one.
Okay, I’m gonna slow down. One step at a time, right? We’re taking him to a neurologist later this week, and then if that doesn’t do anything, a sleep center. Next is investigating magical causes, and then… then… I don’t know what.
…Maybe thorazine shakes.
Something’s wrong.
I can feel this sort of thing in my blood. I don’t know how, I’ve just always had this… this sixth sense. No, it’s not that complex, I guess. It’s just a tense feeling, like something’s out of place and I won’t know what it is until it happens.
I hate this.
Black Canary gets kidnapped, then Sand just gets zapped off into blackness in the middle of the fight, and we get attacked at Thanksgiving dinner (and I manage to knock my own dumb butt out, don’t need any help from the bad guys, thanks). I’m just barely holding onto my job by the skin of my teeth, trying my damnest to stay focused.
Then there’s Caleb. He never sleeps anymore, and then we both spend all day arguing over dumb things that don’t really mean anything because of it. It’s gotten to the point where I’m finding excuses not to be around, and I don’t want things to be like that, but I have absolutely no idea what’s gotten into him. I mean, yeah, sleep deprivation, stress, yadda yadda. But it’s not any of those things.
It’s like… merciful kitten, I can’t believe I’m saying this, it’s like he’s going mad. One minute he’ll be perfectly fine, and the next he’s just… just… it’s not even the angry outbursts. I could handle that.
It’s the way he looks at me anymore, like he’s studying me. And at first, it was just bad dreams, where he’d talk or stir in his sleep. Last night I got kicked, and he was screaming. Just… screaming.
Date someone for six months and you notice little things about them, like the fact that Caleb doesn’t drink coffee. I actually caught him this morning downing two No Dozes and a cup of coffee. He hates the stuff. Hates it.
And I called Louis, and he says I’m making something out of nothing. I mean, I know our jobs require a lot of time, energy, and, well, blood and sleep loss, quite frankly. Is it finally catching up to him? Am I making something out of nothing? I don’t want to be the naggy, over-protective girlfriend, but I feel like if something isn’t done soon he’s going to crash, hard. And this whole mess with me restoring Amelia’s soul hasn’t helped things at all. If anything, he’s become more obsessed with finding a “cure”, and I really don’t have the heart to tell him a second time that there probably isn’t one.
Okay, I’m gonna slow down. One step at a time, right? We’re taking him to a neurologist later this week, and then if that doesn’t do anything, a sleep center. Next is investigating magical causes, and then… then… I don’t know what.
…Maybe thorazine shakes.
