It's PMS. I know it's PMS.

It's because I crave chocolate, and am feeling mopey and why-bother-it-sucks-and-I-suck-more.

I also have random thoughts about stuff I should be doing, stuff I want to be doing, stuff I think I can do, and stuff I just know I can't do - why am I so useless, NO I'M NOT! - stuff I should be doing.

Also: how to move furniture around the flat so the flat looks even smaller?