24 hours.

I've never been a patient person.

Actually, I'm sure my mother would argue that I was the most impatient child to ever exist. If I wanted something, I wanted it RIGHT THIS INSTANT and I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS. This behavior coupled with the fact that I was Rosemary's child in the personality department didn't quite put me in the running for World's Best Child if you get what I'm saying. Sure, the whole "getting my parents up at the crack of dawn because Santa has arrived and I want presents" is cute but was outshadowed by my apparent desire to play an impromptu game of hide-and-seek in department stores (I was a professional hider), or run up to other kids I didn't know and push them down to the ground (what? Isn't that how kids say 'Hello' these days?) or my favorite: run away from my mother in public and stand in the middle of a busy mall screaming while holding a "DON'T YOU WANT TO KIDNAP ME?" sign.

....I'm kidding about that last one of course but I'm sure my mother contemplated it and more than likely seriously considered it MULTIPLE times of my toddler-hood.

Luckily for them (and well, me) I've outgrown most of those pesky behaviors. But one that I can't seem to shake? The whole patience thing.

The Queen herself (Britney Spears, of course) said it best when she said "I hate fuckin' waitin." In fact, I'm absolutely certain that as soon as those words came out of her mouth, I stood up and yelled "PREACH IT BRIT-BRIT!" because it encompasses my whole truth. I hate the anticipation, the build up, the countdown...the WAITING. The funny thing being that this usually only applies to events going on, and not really with people. I have a much higher tolerance of patience when it applies to an actual HUMAN than I do when let's say, I'm counting down the days until my best friend comes and visits me for a weekend.

OH WAIT, THAT'S BECAUSE MY BEST FRIEND IS COMING TO SEE ME THIS WEEKEND.

I've been like a kid waiting for Christmas this ENTIRE week. Or, maybe the past 40-some odd days since she first booked her ticket which has since seemed like 20 years ago. But this week has been brutal. Painfully slow, crawling by at a speed that's worse than a snails pace and I just...don't like it. I start getting antsy, and my god do I get irritable. The anxious feeling like it's never going to actually happen and then BOOM, it's Thursday night and I'm running around the house like a chicken with my head cut off throwing in last minute loads of laundry to make sure my sheets don't smell like ass and that I have fierce outfits to wear because yes, if there's any question, my biff is beyond fierce so I have to at least look the part.

Bottom line is that I haven't seen her in 9 months. Do people even realize what could have happened in those long, grueling, 9 months? That's such a long time to go without being able to have face-to-face contact with the one person in the universe that seems to be able to keep my world spinning and in balance. I mean, god bless video chat, texting, the phone and (dare I say) Facebook because without those, I might as well be on another planet when it comes to communicating with her. Seriously, it's sickening as to how much / often we communicate with each other during the week and how much I rely on being able to talk to her. So, YES. I am without a doubt, completely, totally and utterly beyond happy that my constant (aha, Lost reference) will be here in about 24 hours.

24 hours. 24 grueling hours of which, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. It's all I can think about, all I can talk about, and until I get these 72(ish) blissful hours of face time with her - I'm don't know what I'm going to do.

Oh yeah, sit around, drink cheap wine and finish laundry. What is my life?