I am crazy. No joke. I'm talking about the full-blown, lock me up in a looney bin crazy. Well, I'm not so crazy now but earlier today I considered writing a letter to Dr. Phil about my problems. SEE! I AM crazy. I LOATHE Dr. Phil but there I was with pen and paper in hand ready to dispense all of my problems to him and eagerly await for an invitation to be on his show so that all of America could see just how crazy I really am.

I was bawling all the live long day. Then Amos came over and I cried even more tears. Enough to fill the seven seas. I was HYSTERICAL. Why? I really don't know. Everyone knows I'm a hardcore gangster and only cry when absolutely necessary. Today's waterworks, however, were TOTALLY unwarranted. I was an emotional trainwreck and unfortunately Amos had to witness the peak of my breakdown. Poor guy has a nutcase for a girlfriend.

I'm not one to point fingers (okay, I am) but I think it's the depo provera. One of the side effects listed is moodiness and depression. For the most part, I consider myself to be a chill, laid back person but lately I've been short tempered and unconsciously starting fights with Amos. What frustrates me the most is that I know that I'm not normally like this. I know using the birth control as an excuse can be seen as a cop out but I swear I'm not this neurotic.

Anyway, Amos calmed me down and later I talked to Kate who also helped me come back down to earth. I am very glad to be once again among the normal ranks of society. If this happens to me again and you happen to be present, you have my permission to give me a good slap in the face.