I can’t breathe when I’m waiting.

I turned in my press pass application for Sassy ‘12 and I don’t really know what to do with myself now other than pass time by going to work, reading A Game of Thrones and grinding green monsters during Love is in the Air to try to get that damned Swift Lovebird. 

This level of excitement can only be met with anticipation that I will be incredibly let down. Until I hear otherwise, I won’t be breathing.