Grump.

Ye gods, I hate low blood sugars, especially when they creep up on me in ninja suits & clobber me around the back of the head before I've noticed them coming.

I hate them even more when I don't deserve them; if I'd been eating doughnuts & fruit pastilles, and not baked beans & sushi & grilled chicken, I'd accept that I wass due a Plummet. But I'm trying to be healthy, and eat (mainly) slow-release stuff (except when I don't), and this still happens.

So I've been forced (forced, I tell you) into buying a bag of Wonka's Fruity Wobble Drops and a bar of Galaxy chocolate in an attempt to stop me feeling cold & sleepy & worthlesss & crappy & generally an appalling excuse for a human being. *drumss fingers & waits for the sugar to work its magic*

Why iss it that skin stuff for dry skin leaves me feeling like an oil slick, stuff for normal skin does the same (but with an hour delay) and stuff for combination / oily skin sucks all the crap out of my poress then leaves them looking like Giant Craters On The Moon. Honestly, I look about 50 today. I want a face lift.

I miss physical contact. I did that "love language" meme thing, or whatever it was called, & the physical stuff came first by miles. I miss having people around who I can just walk up to & hug, or ruffle as I walk past, or lean against.

Buzzbuzzbuzz

Now I have All The Sugar In The World buzzing round my bloodstream (apart from that in robinbloke's stash, obviously), and a metric buttload of caffeine to boot, I'm slightly more human & less despondent.

And I've just booked tickets to see IRON MAIDEN, BABY in Sheffield in December, with snapesbabe and strangefrontier.

I've been a Maiden fan for more than half my life; I bought Seventh Son in 1988, when I was 14. I saw them at the Hammersmith Odeon (when it still was the Hammy O) on the 1990 No Prayer... tour of small venues, at Donington (when it was still Monsters of Rock) in 1992, and Donington again (as Download) in 2003. Not to mention Seeing Bruce Dickinson on his solo Tattooed Millionaire tour in 1990 at the London Astoria :)

I still want to be Bruce when I grow up :)