Countdown

I knew it.

I knew it'd got to be the pee emm ass.

Otherwise, there would be no other reason why I'd get hit so bad, and so sudden. Like nothing seemed right anymore.


So the morning finally turns out much brighter and cheerier today.

And I concocted this notion in my head while walking sprightly to the subway.

That women in the medieval age must have counted down their long dreary days, over months, over seasons, over years, by their menstrual cycles.

'Cos, strangely, I actually do.

"Oh great! One more down. Two hundred and forty six more to go..."