Achtung: this post was written on an all time record breaking sugar-low

I don't do well with sugar-lows. In fact I have considered attaching to my curriculum vitae the following paragraph:

"Warning: If you want me to work, you must feed me. If you do not feed me, but you expect me to work early in the morning/late afternoon/past dinnertime, you will find that the office will become Dante's Inferno in no time. I will go on a rampage. I will tear down secretaries who make one mistake. I will swear at my computer. I will terrify trainees who may pee in their pretty trousers. I will yell at my Dad over the phone (if you have heard the average Kim family phone conversation sans yelling, you will tremble at this idea). Feed me, and you will find work done on time. Don't feed me, and God Help You."

My stomach is grumbling so loudly it sounds like a dam in the Niagara Falls bursting (if they had a dam, and if it were to burst, this is what it would sound like), and it is shamelessly plugging for carbs. I have never posted on a sugar-low before so I thought I'd try it. A record for posterity's sake, you know?

You can't be happy all the time. You know that as a human being there are peaks and troughs in the emotions you experience. Right now I am in a trough. Make that a pig's trough. I feel tired, depressed, anxious and miserable as sin. I reckon this partly has to do with the sugar-low, and also the fact that I am at work, it is raining outside, my boss is refusing to work anymore for the client until we come to an interim agreement on fees, we don't have nice biscuits in the pantry, my mum and dad yelled at me last night ("What? You are thinking of moving to New York because of M.? Are you mad? What about your career? Why not just marry and live in Seoul?"), I only had a carton of youghurt for breakfast, M. refusing to rise to the bait and have an argument with me ("If you want me to fight with you, I'm hanging up, so you'd better find someone else to pick a fight with"), I couldn't pronounce "Vus titzuch?" without making everyone else in the office laugh, my boss just came in to ask me to write an email response to a clueless client (I hate dealing with clueless clients), I feel like I need a hug but M. is eight thousand miles away and sleeping (not that this is his fault), and I want to know if anyone anywhere else is feeling as dire as I am today because right now it feels like it's just me and my sky falling down. I know it's not, but I become prone to melodramatic swooning fits when I am on a sugar-low. So there.

I think my ranting makes me worthy of at least one slice of chocolate cake. I'm going off to Starbucks now.