Yeah, I know. It's kind of cheating if I lump one day with the next. However, the lumping is a good thing when it comes to you. My existence is fairly dull, so often, one single slice is not incredibly tasty. Two slices masquerading as one has the chance of some flavor...
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this picture. Making it bigger will not make the photo more exciting.
He's patient. He's willing to wait. I need to learn something from my 78-pound furball: patience.
I need to wait for the right job to come along. It will. (Of course it would help matters if I actually applied for some jobs.)
I need to wait to hear from an agent. I will. (And one of these emails will be a "Yes, we'd like to see the whole manuscript," instead of a "Thanks for thinking of us, but your piece isn't a great fit for us.")
What are you waiting for these days?