Tick, tick, tick. The previous sentence represents three seconds of my life rocketing away, never to return. I know, that's melodramatic. It's hard to give any one three-second period particular credence, but I do. Is it because I'm preoccupied with clocks? No. Is it because I love the onomatopoeia sound of “tick?” Maybe. But mainly, it's because it's all I got. It's my … [Read more...] about Wait for It…