I haven't had a boyfriend in years (actually, I haven't even been on a proper date in years), so when a cute bloke makes eyes at you at a pub, well... what's the harm, right?
I am such an idiot. I was drunk, he was drunk, his flat wasn't far away and oh gods I can't even finish that thought. I am ABOVE THIS. I do not jump random blokes oh who am I kidding (but he was tall and dark and handsome and older than I am-).
EXCEPT THAT WASN'T EVEN THE AWKWARD BIT. When I sobered up a bit, I realised that the cute bloke was none other than LUIS PALMIRA WHO I SEE EVRYDAY BECAUSE WE WORK IN THE SAME WARD AT THE HOSPITAL. I absolutely wanted to die and I avoided him today because what on earth would I say to him after what happened?
I am such an idiot. This is why you ABSOLUTELY DO NOT have relationships with bandmates or people you work with and I very nearly did the first one and DEFINITELY just did the second and I am so ashamed of myself.
Ah, the approaching holidays.
I'm going to be working a fair bit. I volunteered to take a few extra days so those with children and close relatives here can go home and enjoy them for a bit.
I'm still on days for the time being (though with those extra shifts thrown in, I'll likely have night again sometimes as well), and things are going well. I got to help out in Artifact Accidents again this afternoon. Apparently today was a particularly bad day for broomstick crashes.
Things are still going brilliantly at the new flat, I'm happy to say. I'm much happier there than I was at the old one. No crusty food to remove from my plates.