The one that got away

So, here I sit on another Friday night (technically Saturday morning at this point, I guess) at work. Considering this is my fourth night in a row at work my social life has been lacking considerably this week. It's starting to wear on me. I wanted to work to live, not the other way around.

Granted, it could be worse: from the room I'm sitting in at the gorgeous new hospital I have an interesting view of not only the entire east side of the valley, but also the Southern Exposure strip club that is situated just next to the ER entrance. Let me tell you, the strip club is hoppin' tonight. At this particular moment in time I count no less than 100 parked cars, 5 people waiting for parking stalls, 3 strippers having a smoke break out back, and a cop. I'm glad my life has reached the low point of spending my Friday night there. Hm, now 3 cops...something's going down at the strip joint tonight. I can also see an IHOP from here and it's making me want breakfast. I may be stopping on my way home from work in the morning.

Watching helicopters take off and land is soothing to me.

Today has been one of those days where I wish I had someone in my life that I could curl up next to, lay my head on his shoulder, and just be in the moment. I think that's one of the greatest feelings in the world. I miss that.

I'd really like to date more. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not in search of my eternal companion, I just feel like that particular area of my life has gone down the tubes in the last little while. I'm even okay with friend dates. I just feel like I don't get out enough. I should work on that.

The Salt Lake valley is really pretty at night. Especially from the 12th floor.

Oh, as for "the one that got away"? One day he's going to realize that it's me.