Sugarfix

It began with a box of M&S cranberry and yoghurt oat crunchies. Well. It didn't begin right there. I did eat some savouries earlier in the day, nice vegetables and stuff at the Alley Cafe. But yes. M&S sweets. I'd bought them to take out in the evening. Except that didn't really work. I sat at home watching Primeval (Lucy Brown ftw!) when my hand just crept across the settee and flipped open the tub. Before I know it half of them are gone and I'm figuring I may as well just finish them off. So aside from the resulting bloatines there was also a bit of a sugar rush. I figure I'd better lay off for the rest of the evening.

That just didn't happen. My friend was hosting a poker night, complete with tins of chocolates and awesome brownies. So I snack some more. My sugar levels rise. I crash. Hard. I'm sitting pretty much comatose. I lose badly. But on the way home... Goodness! I'm sitting in the back of the car muttering to myself. Thoughts turn to script. I don't know what it is about sugar but for some reason I was able to keep a lot more plot threads in my head than normal. I made them fit. Sort of. I spent the next twenties minutes trying to keep those thoughts straight and another twenty minutes after I got home writing in a notebook. Looking at it now it sort of makes sense.

So yeah. Sugar + exhaustion = good thoughts and probably awful writing.