I'm the worst waiter in the world. I don't mean waiter as in person who serves food (although I'm not the best at that), I mean waiter as in person who is waiting for something/someone.
My boyfriend phoned to say he was having a pretty rotten day and to tell me that he would need to stay at work for several hours longer than usual.... He seemed genuinely p'd off and I still don't really know what's going on. And it's meant that I have done nothing useful all evening.
I've practised trumpet.
I've made some food.
I've blog-hopped a lot.
Which is all I really had to do this evening anyway... I'm just worried. And I want him to hurry up and get home to tell me about it.