waiting....

I can't sleep, i can't eat, i can't think. Oh my god. Theres nothing more i can do but to wait. Wait like a pathetic, helpless little boy, waiting for the big people to tell you whether or not you are good enough. Waiting for some imposing, faceless, giant of a man, who may ask you to leave the foyer and never come back. or open the gates to an existence beyond anything i could possibly imagine.
The wait is more excruciating than i had previously anticipated. The absolute worst thing about the wait, is you never know when it going to be over until it actually is over. pretty classic.

The good news is the plot is coming back to me and i'm projecting something substantial by tomorrow, right now, i am too drunk to think clearly, so yes...tomorrow then.....