I hate waiting.

Waiting. My life is just about waiting now. S., understandably, is nervous about getting a place until we both have a better feel for the company. After all we have a 120 day probation period to deal with. Yet I've got everything invested in this now. I have no other life. All of my pursuits and hobbies are boxed up and stored. This is all I am now. And though it will all be upon me in a few days, today I just feel trapped. I wish I was in Ohio now. Or anywhere. Anywhere but here. Someplace new to take my mind off things.

Gah. C'mon, Sunday. I want this over with. This is torture.