That was such a mild period, I can't believe it.

Not a lot of blood. Barely any cramps to speak of.

Tyne kept glancing over at me worriedly, asking if I was 'dying' yet.

She's seen me on some of my really bad says. The pale, shaking, rocking, grinding-teeth-until-I-get-some-painkillers days.

She says she keeps thinking I'm going to die on those days.

But I'm not. I never do. Not to my recollection, anyway.

The mood was pregnant and yellow today, and sat heavily in the sky as I bussed my way home.

That's all I could think about.

The fat, yellow moon, dragging itself over the light polluted sky, so there were hardly any stars.

I can't wait to get back to Nelson.

Tomorrow, man...tomorrow....

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Rosie.

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