Impatience

Again, I get to disappoint any readers I have. My big mouth has gotten me in trouble again. Today is day eleven, tomorrow is day twelve and maybe I will have news tomorrow.

You know, this type of behavior is absolutely classic alcoholic thinking. I don't get what I want when I want it, and here I am mad as hell about it and there is nothing I can do to speed things up or make them better.

I feel like a real asshole, telling ya'll I had big news and making a big deal about it and then being unable to deliver. I hate it when I do this to myself.

Anyway. Maybe tomorrow.

Eleven Days.