Let's do the Time Warp again.

When you're doing something you don't want to do, time slows to a stop. Fortunately, the sickening feeling of foreboding isn't there as it is when you're waiting something you're dreading: there's a constant feeling of bile rising in your throat. Two days into this wait, and my imagination has driven me crazy. I'm crying over something I don't even know, but the hints have been more than enough to scare me. I find I'm very twitchy lately, this notwithstanding. Still. By this time tomorrow, the truth shall be exposed, and my madness will very possibly be naked for all to see.

In the meantime, I just wait. In hope, and in fear, I wait.

I find that watching the entire series of Firefly is a sufficient distraction. Sufficient. There are certain scenes that make me lose focus....

I wanted to sew today.

BONUS: Today is also the ninth anniversary of my grandfather's death. I hate this day.