I hate waiting. Knowing the results are in the mail is gut-wrenching, and the waiting is just awful. I am headed out for a night of subdued drinking with a couple of pals to try to take the edge off. Boy I Like is (hopefully) on a plane, headed home. We are to go out tomorrow night - I hope I can be happy E.Spat for him, not sad, deranged, slightly psychotic E.Spat. It's in the mail. Gulp.
12:33am: Nope, nothing online yet. So tired. Must go to bed.
