Biting my Toenails...

Alright, Bran and I are in the process of buying a house. And today is the day that we made an offer. Now we play the waiting game. We wait till the selling couple either accepts, denies, or counters our offer. Till that point we wait. Cricket sound, Cricket sound(chirp, chirp for all you non-imaginative types). We are supposed to find out before 9:00 this evening. But that is nearly an eternity away. I know that the rest of the day my mind is going to be wandering to "So, do they like our offer, or do they not? Are we really about to do this? I'm buying a house!!! Was there a clause in the contract about me getting attacked by a rabid pack of squirrels in the house and who pays for those damages?" My mind is not going to rest. And even worse yet, is that I know once I find out my mind will only continue to gain steam at that point. It is a raging whirlwind that I have actually chosen to be a part of and am mildly enjoying it. So for the next 5, 6 or 7 hours until I find out, I will continue being anxious(which I am), looking at the clock(which it is exactly 2:07 right now), checking to see that my phone is working(which it isn't...piece of junk), and biting my toenails(which I wouldn't actually do cause that is just sick, not even fingernails...ewww).