Humidity, Anxiety, and Definitely Maybe
Something that normally leaves you feeling bloated and blue has made me the happiest woman in the world resulting in a brief replacement of Live Forever, my summer anthem, with Song 2.
My bosses took the other girl in my office out to lunch today and apart from slightly starved I'm fantastic. I'll definitely skip a few meals in exchange for peace and quiet. Yankees kill me. Or they make me want to kill myself.
But really, I am in a good mood. Rumors of brilliant weather and the number 42.5 and seeing planes take off give me that feeling of October. You know the one where the weather just begins to change and even though it's slight at first you just know that something brilliant is around the corner and then suddenly one morning you wake up and it's perfect and you actually believe that you'll live forever. Or at least until the day you die. Rome Falls are unforgettable. I'll miss them, I really will. But I'll only allow it to be halfway.
May kills me. June won't acknowledge me. July hates me. And August is just mean. August is the longest month on the calendar. August gives the illusion of passing days when in actuality it's only hours that have come and gone, sometimes minutes. September is sympathetic.
One more thing. It's been emotional.
My bosses took the other girl in my office out to lunch today and apart from slightly starved I'm fantastic. I'll definitely skip a few meals in exchange for peace and quiet. Yankees kill me. Or they make me want to kill myself.
But really, I am in a good mood. Rumors of brilliant weather and the number 42.5 and seeing planes take off give me that feeling of October. You know the one where the weather just begins to change and even though it's slight at first you just know that something brilliant is around the corner and then suddenly one morning you wake up and it's perfect and you actually believe that you'll live forever. Or at least until the day you die. Rome Falls are unforgettable. I'll miss them, I really will. But I'll only allow it to be halfway.
May kills me. June won't acknowledge me. July hates me. And August is just mean. August is the longest month on the calendar. August gives the illusion of passing days when in actuality it's only hours that have come and gone, sometimes minutes. September is sympathetic.
One more thing. It's been emotional.