Pre Menstrual Psychosis

This month I am certifiably insane with hormones. I burst into floods of tears and clung to Him weeping about how much I loved him, just because he gave me a cheeky grin when he was working on the computer the other night. Oh, and then there was the Hour of Doom in which I insisted to him that if I ever go blind (long time Mookmoo's-greatest-fear) then I would kill myself, regardless of Him or anything else, because I wouldn't want to live like that. I think I might actually still feel that way, but not to the scary psycho effect that I communicated it to Him on Saturday.

I am officially temporarily insane.

The only saving grace is that due to an Electric Board Error in Our Favour we can collect £30 and go and buy fat food tonight, and I get sausage and mash for dinner. Hurrah!