"I'm going to internationally house these pancakes"

I consider my life to pass in cycles. Like the 13 baktun cycles of the Mayan Long Count (God damn, a Baktun=400 years!). Cycle one was from June 1976-birth to about fourth grade, Cycle two occurred from there to the middle of high school, around the time I turned sixteen. Cycle 3 takes off from there and shoots me in the neighborhood of mid 1998. From that point cycle 4 begins.

Cycle four is over. Or it's ending. Or it's the end of the ending. Right now as I write.