I hate doing it. I generally find something to keep myself occupied when I am waiting for something, but there are occasions when it doesn't matter, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. In some instances I have the patience of a cat stalking its prey, and other times I have none.
There is a saying. If you want something to get done, do it yourself. Problem is, I can't. I'm not set up, right. I could get set up right, but the amount of work and gratuitous cost is just too much. By the time I am set up, what I am waiting for will have come to fruition, so there's no point.
Gods, am I actually using this blog thing as a sounding board?!
Uh, I guess so.
Suppose I could use a nice distraction now.
Off to the library. Maybe I can find a good classic I can curl up in bed with. Not snowed in, but what better way to spend a frigid December 22, real time?
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