Preoccupied, again.

In the span of the last hour, my room has gone from being terribly dirty to what I'd like to imagine is called 'academically messy'. This is because I'm expecting Fi's arrival.

I cannot wait. Not because I haven't seen him in a while (I saw him two weeks ago, and while that's a pretty bad average time to wait to see one's boyfriend in general, it is a relatively short span for us), not because he's coming over as opposed to me going there (I prefer going there anyway, and he's actually coming on business), but because the thing I mentioned in this post seems to be inching forward and there's no better advisor than Fi.

Waiting....