Waiting for… what exactly?

In the last two hours I must have refreshed my hotmail inbox at least 50 times. Strangely enough there are never any new emails. Why would there be new emails now when there weren’t any ten minutes ago? It’s better than any of the things I should be doing though, which include working on my dissertation proposal (I was almost reduced to tears by it yesterday), cleaning the kitchen… which will, of course, involve washing the dishes (ugh, ugh, ugh) or handwashing the pile of socks that’s waiting for me in the other room. It’s hardly surprising that none of those things appeal to me. So instead I keep refreshing, in between wandering listlessly around the flat (all two rooms of it). I feel like I’m waiting for something, but I have no idea what it is. I’m too restless even to read.
Roll on the night time. At least then I can go back to sleep…