See, there are some people, who when they are waiting for something mighty important they are patient. They work a lot during the waiting period, and take their mind of things, till the results appear.
I am not this kind of person. It is 6.45 pm right now, and we just managed to speak with the doctor - who was operating all day - to learn that the biopsy will probably be out tomorrow morning.
I have been barely functioning basic tasks all day, playing solitaire like a maniac, digging into blogs, reading and re-reading the same posts over and over again, in an attempt to occupy my mind with "stuff".
Now I will pack my things and go home and I have absolutely no desire to cook, mixed with a desire to cook "naughty".
When it comes down to it, you see I am still an emotional eater. I try and fight it, but for the absolute wrong reason it feels that if I was to go home to a hearty 3 course meal, I would feel so much better.
The good thing is that it starts feeling ill before it ends. My stomach cannot take crap anymore.
Ah...yes, I know what I will do. I will call our favourite grill place and order a mixed grill for two. This way I will have something tasty, relatively good, and not overindulge.