Uh Oh

I have to work in 5 and a half hours. Yay. That's going to be fun...

I went to see Bad Company with Roger, Sue, and James. I had fun. James and I got cozy. Not sure that's a good thing. I was drinking so I started flirting with him and he flirted back and we started talking. Really talking, actually that started even before the flirting. It was interesting.

The conversation was interesting, so was everything else. It was the most interesting night I've had in a while. Of course, now I'm left panick-stricken, dissecting everything and trying to figure out what's going on. I honestly have no clue.

I'm just afraid I might have started something that'll be disasterous. If nothing else, I can't do this sort of thing. I really can't. Especially not with someone I've known so long. Becasue what happens when I mess it up really badly, then he stops talking to me and I lose a friend and lot's of people are torn into the crossfire. Wonderful.

Assuming anything happens, of course. In the morning, it might just blow over and go back to normal. That would be better. I think. Or would it?

I don't know. I'm just so confused. I need sleep and then tomorrow I'll bury myself in work and I'm sure it'll all blow over. Maybe.