The thread title inspired me to write a poem:

While waiting for a reply from t
I did a load of my laundry.
I shined my shoes and watered plants
and cooked a pot of spaghetti.

Ironed hubby's pair of pants
Read some PC poster's rants
took the dog out for a run
then tried a couple relaxing chants.

Wonder what I can do for fun?
Fix my hair up in a bun?
Go for a walk, play a game instead?
Oh, I hope the wait will soon be done.

But nothing yet. I go to bed
and try to sleep, while in my head
voices say “she doesn't care”
in an endlessly repeating thread.

I finally sleep, and when I wake
to the computer a beeline I make
to check for a reply from t
No internet?! I just might break!!

So now I have to find my phone
(oh please be charged, throw me a bone!)
The long-awaited reply is there…
but how many words? Count it, ONE!

Really? That's all she had to say?
She made me wait an entire day
and night for just one single word?
Now I feel stupid, without delay.

My little poem has come to a close
I could email my dog instead, I suppose!