I hate waiting.
I hate how when you're waiting, that anything you do to kill the hours, the minutes, the seconds until whatever you're waiting for happens, seems oblivious.
... A bit like this post, I guess.
The worst kind of waiting is waiting for news, and you never know if it will be bad or good. Especially when you have no prior information whatsoever on how it's going to turn out. All the odds are up in the air, and you spend most of the time trying to calculate or estimate the outcome with whatever information you have. And make yourself crazy doing it.
Confidence, insecurities, unassurances, beliefs, doubts, all kick in.
You're restless, can't stay in one place... you walk around to work off the shaking. You look at the clock all the time, or maybe even the calendar.
You get to the point where you just stop speculating, thinking or talking about it... and just stare at a wall. More doubts kick in.
Damn, I hate waiting!