"Last night the itching, burning jitters and no sleep until 3:00 a.m. Hope my nerves aren’t weak because they have a long haul ahead."
John Steinbeck, ‘Working Days,’ Entry #17, June 17, 1938, Friday
Well, my nerves aren’t shot at all, but are frazzled a bit. Got some news last week that there might – MIGHT – be an offer looming in the next week or so. Yeah, thanks Agent Bob, for letting me know that ’cause I haven’t slept at all since getting the email. Damn him with his faint note of hope and possibility coupled with a giant "HAFTA WAIT AND SEE."
So I’m not sleeping and instead spend my time juggling all my little cockroach plans and schemes into some semblence of order just in case there is an offer. I’ll do this and do that and go here and go there and blah blah blah. None of it means anything until there is – or isn’t – an offer.
But it’s fun to think about.