What The Hell?

Okay, so today, was a fairly good day, despite Melissa calling in sick. I went to bookmans, traded in some crap I didn't want and got 18 bucks in return, pretty good, huh?
Went to Shogun Express and Hollywood video, ate some chicken teriyaki, and rented Mario Party 8. Mario party, of course, sucks.
But not so bad, because it was a free rental. (the lady who rented it to me, had a funny little story about a person who returned the game, frustrated that it only worked on a Wii console and not an Xbox 360).

Anyway, Melissa had apparently made some plans to see some friends. I'm cool with that, she can see her friends. I asked her, if she could be home by midnight, seeing as she was able to go sooner than she originally planned (because she called into work sick). She said sure.

Anyway, she told me that I could call at anytime if I got nervous, and I was cool with that too. Anyway, when she got there, I text messaged her, what the address was where she'd be at, just incase I needed to pick her up. She gave it to me, I haven't checked it, because I trust her.
Anyway, she's out and I'm at home watching the kids.
I asked her if she'd be home by 12 like she said, and she said that she didn't know. I asked her if there was a time I could expect her home by, or if I should just go to sleep. She said that I should probably just go to sleep.

Anyway, I called at about 1:10am to check and see if she was alright, this is being a good 3 hours into her party time with her friends. No response.
It's about 1:40am as I type this, and I'm a little worried. I'm going to call again, and if I don't get an answer, I'm going to drive down there.

Well, anyway, she has bought alcohol for these kids (underage) and I am very worried. This is a big test on me right now. I have a very large urge to look at pornography, or masturbate. To help my mental state.
Now normally, this isn't something to be worried about, but given my situation it's very, very tough. Because I don't want to do that. I also want to be a trusting boyfriend, but I don't want to be a flat-out idiot.

Anyway, I thought I'd blog about this, because it'd help me get through it, but I'm just more nervous. So I'm going to finish this up, and go. See you!