Here's my complaint - if there is no chance I'm actually going to reproduce or enjoy the act that causes reproducing - the sex - then why the hell am I forced to go through this every month? Biology can bite my ass.
The only thing to do now is curl up on my side and think about RPS until I fall asleep. It's four hours earlier than I usually go to bed, this is ridiculous. Whatever. I'm off because it has to be better tomorrow.