Attack of the Sugar Gremlins!!!

I have had waaaayyy to much sugar today. My brain has been seized by the sugar gremlins and they've been partying their friggin faces off for the past couple of hours. Bastards. I feel so sick. I love how I have all or nothing will power switches. Fascinating really. I know, eat the healthiest, most nutritious things ever for seven weeks. That's it! Good job! Now, for the next four days, shove the most fat laden, sugar infested crap you find right into your pie hole. I used to live my motto so well (go hard or go home). This new one (moderation is key) is giving me some definite resistance. Not a problem. Not. A. Problem. I love a challenge. Yeah. I'm so wired right now that I've been smashing my knees together under my desk and I really think I have hurt myself. I have had to go back and correct 9 words BEFORE spell check because I am typing at a velocity Superman himself would be impressed with. WIRED. This must be how crackheads feel. Well, maybe not quite the same. Or maybe. Maybe I should make that my next project. Get all hopped up on sugar and mission for a crack head to compare myself with. Smash, smash, smash. Yep, I'm giving myself bruises. If I chewed on my gum any harder I would break my teeth. Let this be a reminder to you all, myself included, that sugar is bad, okay. Sugar is BAD. And I don't mean bad as in good. Like fat, but with a ph. That's annoying. I mean I don't need to feel like this anymore. It's like a bad acid trip that has gone on way too long and you just sit there with your eyes closed (or open, because it doesn't matter when you see the same thing either way) and pray to God that it just ends and you haven't lost your mind. So I've been told anyway. Who needs crack or acid when you can have 83Lbs of sugar at your disposal at Christmas time? I sure as hell don't. It's those damn sugar gremlins.