So this would be what insulin shock feels like ...
There's a reason I've never wanted to eat Crispy Creme (or whatever abomination of Ks and Cs they spell it with) doughnuts. The same reason I've never wanted to eat poutine. Besides the fact that poutine looks gross.
I'm afraid that I will like it.
So today Jamie (may she burn in hell) brought in a humungous box of Crispy Creme timbits (although I guess at CC, they don't call them timbits). I've never been a huge doughnut fan, but hey, I was at work, and they're doughnuts. Each one of these little babies had about 1/4 inch thick coating of deep-fried butter and sugar surrounding it. I ate about 90 of them.
I figure I've consumed about a two year supply of saturated fats today. And I almost fell asleep driving home despite the maniac assholes on the road.
So if I die of a massive coronary in my sleep tonight, promise me that if Jamie shows up at my wake, you'll kick her ass. And don't let her bring doughnuts.