The Rain Didn’t Come/for One Calendar Year

Mister has a sore throat and rising anxiety about it.

‘So when the
Man with the sunflower seeds in his hand
Came here
We sent him away
We sent him away’

He’s going to sleep in the guest room just in case, which is no better than a thumb in the dyke, I’m sure. _{<but I guess I’ve got an opportunity for some masturbation>} If he’s sick, in what possible reality am I not already also sick? I didn’t want him to work and keep working. I would sooner lose the house than him. I have been trying to keep him home for two of the three weeks I’ve been locked in here.

‘The rain didn’t come
For twelve months more’

It does no good to repeat that I’m scared. We’re all scared and a lot of us are going to die and no one’s going to stop it.

‘And I know you’re waiting
For the ironic ending
And I know you’re waiting
For the punchline
And I know you’re waiting
For the rain to come by
So am I
So am I
So am I’
– Mountain Goats