Wild goose chases - they're not fun.

I called. I checked ICQ. No luck. So I got in my car and started driving, hitting every place I thought he might be. It was a small list, and my efforts yielded nothing. I can't even call his house again - my parents are on the phone with my brother. Which means my worries are gnawing away at me (mmm, anxiety - tastes like chicken) and I can't do a damned thing about it. *puts head in hands* Yep, this is sucking. I really really really am not patient, especially when I am fretful. And I can do nothing at the moment... Damn it.