Dunno about menstration...errr...that is, I don't do it, but I do have my certain periods of the month where I just wanna ( and usually will ) rip the top off a bottle of Scotch, put on a buncha Janis Joplin, and just get plastered in some dark corner crying my eyes out. Dunno what, exactly, I'm crying about; suppressed emotions, perhaps--long dead heartbreaks and lost friends--you know, them old Kozmic Blues again, mama...but by the next morning I'm good, better, refreshed. I think it's a good thing.