Yesterday I

- cried like an insane person because I didn't dare get off the bed down a ladder (we have a high bed.)

- cried like a little bitch watching videos of sportsman behavior (like a footballer missing a penalty on purpose to even out a mistake of the opposite team; boxers giving matches to Down syndrome opponents, a footballer saving the life of a player who incidentally swallowed a tongue when hit,;judo fighter carrying his opponent off the mat for an injury, stuff like that ...)

- cried like crazy watching acts of human heroism, like a cop talking someone off a ledge, then hugging them; firefighters resuscitating a kitten; someone saving a drowning dog ...

- Then spent the rest of the night watching Pokemon porn. (Pikachu detective trailer just dropped and Mewtwo continues to be insanely hot.)

The General, who was at work on graveyard shift, (this being the week he "goes to work an hour early".) said you can set a clock by my hormonal imbalance. I don't leak often, I just go complete apeshit once a month. 

Dunno. My behavior still seems kind of normal to me. I don't see how men would be shining examples of stability if they had a massive surge of testosterone in the middle of the afternoon.