anxious who?

For a planner, or as someone said to me the other day, an anticipator, waiting till Thursday is a royal pain in the ass. In my deluded little head it is like waiting for someone to tell you this is the update on what is going to happen for the rest of your life. Perhaps that is a little dramatic, but for some reason (and I know I will be disappointed) I am expecting clear explanation and sound medical logic.

I am sure, as a matter of fact I am willing to bet, that I will be wrong, but that is where my head is at.