And no, not for Godot

I've been very single-minded these last couple of weeks, repeatedly pacing up and down the same worn-down furrow in the metaphorical rug, chewing the inside of my cheek, muttering inapplicable slogans, laughing spasmodically in the car...

I'm doing naught but waiting, waiting... for Resolution, for The Word, for the Test Results.

And when it's all over, I can go back to thinking planty thoughts and drinky thoughts and obscure musical reference thoughts...

Or.

I'll have one great big thing to talk about.

Or not.

We'll see.

I hate waiting.

Don't you?