My long-running campaign to kick the hate habit hasn't put much of a dent in my hatred of waiting. My hyper-active metabolism hits my psychosis to create some truly unpredictable and dangerous mixes. Meditations and acceptance exercises that work with my other flavors of hate seem to be ineffective against my hatred of waiting. Distractions are the most effective tool I have found, but the distractions I have attempted during this particular wait keep falling through and/or are too short-lived to fill a day.

I am waiting to see if the house I selected as the step out of this motel room will work out. Trying to be patient with the process, but. . . Ouch. The knots are tightening in my gut. My muscles are cramping from the resistance. Can I run around the parking lot screaming now?