My name is Terri and I suffer from Mudcat Dependency Syndrome..........there, I said it!
I'd suspected it for some time, of course, feverishly typing and cackling into the small hours even with work the following morning, forgetting the names of loved ones, snarling when they wondered too near to my computer and only answering to Morticia ( or the strange derivatives thereof, only used by 'Spaw and others), keeping a picture of Max in my wallet.........Dear Homeless, am I normal?