Usually when I feel like this it's because something dreadful has happened - ie I feel betrayed by the world, and I just wanna crawl into the covers for a week. Only letting kisses and cuddles in.
Or because of that and my hormones are letting thier wackiness be felt.
Well, Trev did manage to lose himself at the festival - I found him with the Sheriff's - but other than that, I think I'm just exhausted.
More tomorrow or so.