Waiting, Waiting. I Might Just Go Mad With Waiting...

Days till:
Christmas Eve: 10
Tenth Doctor's Death: 17
Muse Play SNL: 5
Sparky Attacks Camelot: 5

Half an hour till the mail comes.

Half an hour till the mail comes.

Impatient.

Impatient.

Impatient.

Half an hour and it might all be over.

Or not.

But I hope it will be.

Been waiting all weekend.

Doesn't seem half-FAIR that they'd make me WAIT anymore...

But here I am. Half an hour till the post arrives. Have Elvis' Blue Christmas stuck in my head (no idea why.) Haven't bothered to get dressed yet.

15 minutes!

So, busy. Will go down soon.

Mum went. Still busy...

NOTHING. NOTHING!

AGGGH!

Ta,
Bec

PS: Having e-mailed the poor beleaguered woman who's been fielding my e-mails all this last week (e-mails that increase in panic with every day that passes by), she forwarded me an e-mail that basically begged the Dean of the college to get a move on with mine (and others) applications.

So nothing yet. Nothing in the mail tomorrow. But possibly an e-mail. Maybe.