"you know what I want?...

I'll tell you what I want. I want Ken Ralings to walk in here and say Pam Shorts' broken both her legs, and I want to dance with you..."

I've never been the most patient of women. I feel like I've been waiting for hours for the last 3956 files to compress on my computer. Oh wait, I have been waiting hours.

In fact I was able to watch all of "Strictly Ballroom" and field an incident with my car and one of my brothers' teenage friends, and there are still 1743 files to compress. I do realize that it's all the fruits of 2 years and more of productive (if not lucrative) freelance work - and it makes me appreciate really advanced archiving systems all the more. But I hate waiting!

Another thing I hate waiting for is seeing my friends. Although I wether that sort of waiting with considerably greater amount of aplomb, because, well, they're my friends. The part I truly detest is when unforseen thing happen and I can't see them as I plan, especially when I have important girl things to discuss with them. Nope, not patient at all.

I hate waiting!