Afterall

So we didn’t make the new rain record of 34 days, instead today it only misted in the air and ended my hope of forty days and nights of rain. I got my glitter and poster board out and started making “PICK ME NOAH!!” signs. Oi.
I’ve had a migraine since Friday. Too much stress right now. I had today off and I managed to knit a panta (headband) and watch plenty of mindless television, but still I’m wound up like I’m going to burst. What is worse is my next day off of work is a week from Tuesday and in the meantime I’m putting in something like 200 hours I think. Okay, in reality it’s like 80 hours but that’s a fucking lot of hours to work in eight days.

I don’t know why I’m writing this. My head is a mess and I really just need to take a Vicodin and turn off the lights and listen to Oasis over and over all night long. I wonder, when I’m forty, will I still listen to Wonderwall in the dark and think about telling this boy that I hope that he is the one that saves me? All the roads we have to walk are winding and all the lights that lead the way are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don’t know how. I said maybe…
In my next life, you be the girl and I’ll be the boy. Don’t worry, I promise that I’ll save you and it will be just us forever and ever, ’cause afterall, you’re my wonderwall.