I would pull my hair out if I hadn't just cut it off

I want to hear from the study abroad office. I want to know that I'm accepted to the program. I want to know that I'll go to Australia for sure. I want that e-mail badly. So badly, in fact, that I've checked my email about once every 10 minutes since I turned in all my paperwork on March 1. (That's in the neighborhood of 1,700 times, for those wondering. 1,701 by the time I finish this post.)

Every time I check, I only find the same disappointing assortment of unimportant e-mails: University announcements, bank statements, various offers for herbal supplements and low-rate mortgages. Bo-ring...

Once I finally find the acceptance e-mail (hidden in the midst of many irresistible offers), I will continue the intricate two-step I began with this program. Until that point, though, I'm at a loss for what to do. My partner has stopped leading, leaving me in an uncomfortable limbo.

With luck, I'll hear soon, and I'll be able to start my victory dance.