How Soon is Now?

You know that feeling you get just before you sneeze? Or, better yet, that feeling you get when you can't sneeze. You just stand there with your eyes all squinty and a bit teary, hand half-way to your mouth to cover, mouth open and making weird "Ah.. Ahh.. Ah.." sounds. That's how I feel lately. Both in the physical sense and emotional sense. Some call it "Waiting for the shoe to drop" but that's not really accurate here. I'm not waiting for something bad to happen, I'm just waiting for something to happen.

I'm not a patient girl. I don't do the waiting thing very gracefully. I'm the take-charge, shove away the obstacles and get things done kind of girl. I want it over with quickly. Rip that bandaid off. That way, if it's bad, I can start my recovery more quickly. If it's good, I can celebrate more quickly. But, more and more often, I find that rushing things along works against me. All would've been good if I'd left things well enough alone. It's a bitch of a lesson to learn. It's also a slow form of torture for me. I'm too fidgety.

And that's what I've been doing lately and how I've felt. I'm trying to keep busy to whittle away at the time. I hate waiting. I hope it's over soon.

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Hee!:
The Rumsfeld Fighting Technique reminded me very much of Rock, Paper, Sadam.

It's sad when your little boy narcs on you.

Ew:
Super rats that thrive on poison.