Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
I feel like all I'm doing at the moment is waiting. Waiting to hear about the various jobs I've applied for, waiting for
hoiho to hear about the jobs he's applied for so that I know if there's any chance of him coming back to Cambridge... and on a day-to-day basis I'm just waiting for another day, another week to be over. I know that's just wishing my life away, but I can't help it; I don't want to be where I am, so even if I'm making the best of it, part of me is still just waiting till I can be somewhere better.I'm not good at waiting. It wears me out like nothing else on earth.
I think what I need at the moment is time for me. I won't be at the pub tonight, and if anything sociable is happening tomorrow, I'm unlikely to be there either. Sorry if anybody was hoping to see me.
Tonight I'm going to try to prepare for the interview tomorrow. If I have time I'm also going to restring my violin, and do a bit of violin practice. I may even take some toast and tea, though it'll be more likely to be a glass of white port. And then to bed. To sleep. Perchance.
