The thing I hate most about getting periods is that for that week of bottomless(literally) hell, I think and wonder alot more than I should. Like yesterday, throbbing around town and to Arab St and then home and then now on bed, I kept thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking ALOT. Some of the thoughts I think about annoy the crap out of me, but eventually it will diminish.
Today's tea and sheesha with Shafiq lasted for about 4 1/2 hours, just 2 people sitting at the back alley drinking a jug of iced cold turkish apple tea and smoking out double apple mint flavoured sheesha. Out of the entire time we were there, we kept quiet, the "i'm-deep-in-thought-and-i'll-soon-stone" kind of quiet. Well, I'm still thinking.
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