It's the 11th.
I go walking with the moon
and my cigarette.
Of course this makes no sense. Loony, one might think. But there's a full moon out, I'm pre-menstrual, and for some self-sabotaging reason I chose today to quit smoking. Needless to say, that goal wasn't achieved.
I bet that cow jumped over a crescent moon. The full moon is just too damn hard. (But oh so beautiful).