Get rid of that damn thing.

So I guess I need to re-think things. When you immediately start freaking out about the possibility of someone being hurt, chances are you're not as casual about that person as you once thought, no?

Yesterday evening, Erik got into a motorcycle accident. When Brenda told me, my heart plummetted into my stomach. Not sank, which implies a slow but steady descent, but plummetted. Dean's mom came to get him from work and take him to the hospital, while I'm just pretending to go about my work like this doesn't affect me. It wasn't until I was staring at the microwave, crying a little and freaking out, that the truth came out, and I texted Dean to tell him he better tell me everything he knows, exactly when he finds it out, at which point he replied that his mom told him Erik was currently in and out of consciousness.

Really? How am I going to get ANY work done at this point?

I called Tara, and she kept me sane, thank God. I finished the day, got home, and then took a shower. Luckily, when I got out, I had a text waiting for me from Dean, that Erik was okay, really nothing wrong with him at all, other than scrapes, bruises, and a 'tarnished ego'. To quote directly from a few of Dean's texts (so don't mind the spelling/grammar): "he stormed outside with his iv bag demanding a cigerette and this nurse bitching at him...it was funny as hell" (to which I responsed, 'so the asshole didn't get beat out of him') and "lol...it was funny...this nurse just looked at us like 'i give up...i hate this fuck' "

So, in general, he's okay, but I dunno if I am. I said to Elonda, what, does he want me to march down to the hospital and admit I love him or something? She looked surprised, and said she didn't even know it was like that. I said, "Well shit. Neither did I." Ugh. I told him last summer to get rid of that damn bike. I don't care how hot he looks on it, he'd look hot in a pair of effin rollerblades, for Christ's sake. This time wasn't so bad, but what about next time? I can't go through this stress again.

In other news, I have no idea what to do about my new friend. King of mixed signals, I swear to God. Just when I feel like he's not into it, he says something that keeps me into it. When I give him three possible outs, basically giving him any excuse to avoid me without him actually having to say he's not interested, it appears to me that he took two of them, but then turned around with the third one, pretty much asking me to hang out. CONFUSING. Why can't guys just say what they mean?

And THEN, there's this absolutely adorable but far too young for me guy after me, and he's really just the cutest thing ever. But... almost in a pet or little brother kind of way. He's just so damn cute. He keeps calling me future wife, which is adorable, but he already kind of ruined himself this morning when he's called me 4 times already before the hour of 10am.... even though last night when I talked to him I told him I really don't wake up til 11. Oh Christ, this one's gonna be interesting.

And for a complete non seguitur, I just happened to stretch and lean back, and saw my sociology certificate, on which my name is written even fancier than on the degree, and Byrd doesn't even look like a real word. It's weird. Anyway... gotta go call this helpless puppy back before he calls again, and then go get some bloodwork done. Yay.