The annoying countdown...

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There is a song by the band Europe titled "The Final Countdown." I've had it floating around in my head for much of today. Except, the version that I have stuck in my head is my own parody of the song with a chorus of, "It's the annoying countdown/The annoying countdown." Why is this stuck in my head? I am waiting to be able to move. The new place is not yet available to move into, so I'm stuck in place for now. It is not a good situation, and there is a good likelihood that we will have to call the police to deal with our neighbors. However, since this is a miserably crime ridden city, not much will be done. I wish that the new place would be available tomorrow. I could be there. Sure, there would still be more cleaning and clearing and packing that I'd circle back around to do, but I would be able to set up and be functional there tomorrow if that were an option. Instead, I wait. I know the number of days. I count the number of days...