Finish what you start

I hate myself.
Not in an ohmyGodIwanttodienowhandmethegunandletmesuffer kind of way, but if I met myself randomly at a party, I'd probably think something like, "For crying out loud, what a pretentious phoney moron. And apparently she can't get anything done."
Which is true. I wanted so much to actually get some work done this morning, but I did about three paragraphs before grvitating to the fanfic online. I read a lot, wrote absolutely nothing, and I now need water like a lone desert nomad. But I cannae be bothered to go down and go something about it.
I am tired. And a little cranky. And tired again.

Lemonade

I just swallowed a mouthful of sweet lemonade and felt my blood sugar go through the roof.
This is getting slightly ridiculous. Hypoglycaemia is normal some of the time, but all the time? I can actually feel my sugar levels going up and down.
Like now. Now, they're low. I know that because I'm shivering like hell. But what can I do about it beyond knock back lemonade? One bar of chocolate would put me back on an even keel.... but no. I am being reduced into a shivering nervous wreck for simple lack of food.