Patience.

It seems as though I'm down to my last couple of weeks of waiting. Until I learn whether or not I've been accepted into my Masters program and class of choice.

The wait is horrible. I check my email continuously. At least 11 times daily. I paint my nails, I pick the nail polish off. I eat. I make another martini.

I could be cleaning the house, pulling weeds, or cleaning out the fridge.

It's a very unproductive time for me.