What? WHAT IS IT?!!?! For God's sake... I'm sorry. *Wail*

Oh. Mood swings you say?

Right first of all this is an apology. I'm sorry I've been a moody cow recently, and I really have been. I am mood swinging like a bitch at the moment. And I really am a bitch. I'm RAGING at everything. People cutting me up in the street, I want to push them through shop windows. Phone rings mid-Eastenders, I want to rip it out the wall and throw it out the window. Instead I answer and if its not important arrange to phone back after programme is finished. Then when I've finished being raging I'm crying.

Today went something like this:

Wake up. Happy. Plan to take dog walk to park for a couple of hours
Leave house with dog
Home. Fed up walking dog
Cry because I'm a lazy cow.
Make toast, watch a bit of TV.
Wake Paul up with plans to go to shops and cinema.
Throw a shit fit at Paul for something wee and stupid (I think he offered me a cup of tea). Again. Refuse to go to cinema, or indeed leave the house. Calm down, apologise for being complete cow.
Go to shops. Get shopping. Manage to remain mostly okay, apart from when checkout girl tried to make polite chit chat about dog food and all I wanted to do was tell her to shut the fuck up and get on with the scanning. Exchanged polite chit chat and waited for taxi home instead.
Get home unpack shopping. Go mental at Paul for leaving fridge open whilst unpacking bags.
Calm down and apologise again.
Burst out crying.
Paul makes me lunch/dinner. I get annoyed because he asks me to get plates out.
We watch TV. I burst out crying because judge on Britains got Talent said no to a wee guy. Its a repeat
Go for a nap on couch to try and get a grip.
Wake up.
Watch film on TV. Spend next 2 hours crying. Give up on using bog roll for crying and resort to hand towel instead.
Get annoyed with Paul because he tried to cuddle me.
Cry again.

Fuck sake. Its been like this for the past week or so. Constantly. Up down, up down, up down. I feel alright in myself like, just a bit of an emotional rollercoater. Have explained to Paul that I'm a bit, well, batshit at the moment and to not go mental at me when I kick off. I don't mean it, although I know its still horrible. Its not him. Its me. It genuinely is me. Fucking pill/hormones/PCOS/me.