Ants in the Pants

[valkryor]

I hate waiting. Now I can't relax this weekend because I'm on tender-hooks...over a phone call. I really am trying to not scream in frustration, but it will get harder as Monday draws closer.

Maybe if I'm sufficiently distracted, I won't notice it as much.

The only bonus to being antsy is the nervous twitching. It's exercise without having to do anything except be antsy. And speaking of exercise, this job is a decent walking distance away. I walked home after the interview just to see how long it would take me. It took about 30 minutes, which is about as long as I want to walk to any one location. If it takes longer than that, I'd rather take the bus.

But this is good. If I get the job, I'll endeavour to start walking again, which should give me an easy hour of exercise 5 days a week. And then maybe I can finally lose the baby fat and get back into clothes that I greatly miss because they just don't fit quite right anymore.

Comments

[eniastoa.livejournal.com]

That would be tenter-hooks (http://www.randomhouse.com/wotd/index.pperl?date=19990113).

Tender-hooks sounds like it could be fun, but those tenters, man, they're vicious: like being on a rack, but being pulled by beds of nails. Those little holes along the selvedges of fabric: the work of tenter-hooks.

Here's hoping that when you're released it's into full employment.

[valkryor.livejournal.com]

Spelling aside, the feeling remains. :P ARG! Tomorrow can't come fast enough...