Waiting is a funny feeling. At least... it is now.
After all of the rushing around, the hectic, hectic madness, the deadlines and the panic and unending insanity of it all, dashing, dashing, from point A to point B, from item C to item D, never a moment's rest, it is funny to simply sit and wait. Just funny.
Of course, we are always waiting. Always waiting for something, usually many somethings, in fact. It may fade back into the darkest reaches of the mind, unaknowledged, unremembered, but we are always waiting.