"And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be..."

(Fell much like a withered leaf) 

Pulling your hair, tapping your foot, "Come on!". Don't you hate it when's your looking towards a certain event in your day and your so keen throughout the foregoing time, but it never comes!
You avoid any window you have, where you would usually make the highlight of your day, just to leave the gap to fit in that that particular instance that you're waiting for. Then it never happens, so you feel like a swatted fly; big ole strike across the face... Sucks! Then, at the conclusion of your laconic chapter, you find yourself out of time, out of luck, out of energy, out of an outlet, and pathetically disillusioned!  Eh! D:<