I’m going to blow if I have to wait any longer.

Tomorrow’s the big day — the day we finally find out whether Bubba will be unemployed or repositioned.

I just called him in the hopes that maybe — just maybe — someone at his work had cut us a break and maybe tried to end this bloody agony a little early by just TELLING US ALREADY!@!? but that would just be too damn easy and instead he grumbled something about still not knowing anything except that he would have to have the letter hand-delivered to him tomorrow and the only way that could happen since he works in the woods would be for him to drive to get it and I guess that means we aren’t going to find out even the least bit early which is totally not fair because DON’T THEY KNOW I AM DYING IN ANTICIPATION OVER HERE?!!?@?@?!!!11!1

In the meantime, my mind is absolutely scattered. (Dur.) I’m working on about 17 projects — sewing, blogging, organizing — all of which are in various stage of completion but none of which are even remotely close to being completed. Unfortunately, I’ve reached the same point with all of them — that I can’t justify spending the time or money on something that may not be on these walls for long — so, I start something new to pass the ever creeping time. (WHY WONT THEY TELL US NOW!?@?)

No wonder no one’s sleeping in this house anymore.