I’m sitting and waiting. Normally I don’t mind sitting, because I can read a book, but I can’t do that here. I hate waiting. I think most people hate waiting. I don’t like getting bad news, I don’t think any of us do, but waiting for bad news is the worst. Waiting for good news is only recognized after the fact. Since I don’t know whether or not I will get good or bad news, I find myself sitting and waiting, sitting and waiting. It’s eternity… I also just realized that I’m out of beer.