waiting, waiting, waiting...

Here I sit, waiting for the Apocalypse, one hand in today, the other in yesterday, waiting, waiting. Seems like all I do is wait. Wait in line at the grocery store; wait in line at the bank; wait for the elevator that never comes; wait for a slow computer, impatience for today to be over...and finally, awaiting on death, that most assured of moments as certain as taxes and as sure that a politician when he opens is mouth will spew forth lies and more lies.