Am I allowed to be angry with Dan for taking drugs?
I mean, I don't know if my response on Friday was right at all - surely what he does in his spare time is his own choice. But he's had his phone off all day, and I've been worried - because it's probably been the longest amount of time we've gone without speaking since we started seeing each other. I've just got a text from him, to tell me that his phone's been off all day - and that he's been taking hallucinogenics.
I mean, he told me about his plan to do this with his friends the last time I went to Norwich, and I had a panic attack. I've been worried about it since, and, now that it's over, I'm glad.
The problem is, he said it was fantastic, and I'm scared he's going to want to repeat it.
Oh, fuck you, Chessie. Let the man do what he wants and stop being such a square.
But I can't. And it's made me incredibly angry now - not just at him, but at myself for being such an irritable, worried, old-fashioned twat.