Awaiting The Cartoon Anvil

Suspense Kills Lives

Do you remember that feeling of anticipation that you used to feel when you were younger and waiting for the holidays to start? Or for lying in bed on Christmas morning, waiting for 6.45am when you were allowed to get up and look in your stocking? Or waiting outside a big exam? You can feel that coiled up monster in the pit of your stomach, winding tighter and tighter and you're just hanging out for the moment that it releases.

It's like in cartoons, where you can just foresee the cartoon anvil falling on the head of the main character, crushing him. Ouch.

Maybe it's like the tense moments at the end of the romantic comedies, where you're fairly sure that the guy will make it to the baseball pitch in time to kiss his true love - but you're just not quite sure and you're on the edge of your seat...

I'm feeling that suspense now. Tomorrow night will see a decision of sorts being made, which is a nice sense of finality i suppose. The suspense comes in because i've got a 'lovely' feeling that my mood for at least the next week of so will hang in the balance of the decision. One way will leave me significantly more miserable than the other... obviously, i'm hoping for the other way, but, knowing my luck, i'm doubting that :P

So, that coiled beast in my stomach is waiting to pounce on me from within. I can build a wall between me and emotion for now, as the tiny sliver of hope that it'll turn out for the better restrains me from letting loose. However, come tomorrow, that wall will either strengthen (unlikely) or crumble (probable). I'm not looking forward to the crumbling. It'll be similar to the felling of the Berlin Wall, at least in my head!

Ohhh... the suspense is killing me. Not as literally as it will be tomorrow when it's over... but still. Killing. Grrr. I hate suspense.

Be prepared for a rant tomorrow evening when the crud hits the fan and i've got lots to vent about...

Annie