Quite possibly the worst addiction since fairy bread

Mmm.
Fairy bread.

That's sugar rush material right there alrighty. And it certainly gave me a sugar rush last night. At the age of 18 (almost 19). Turns out it still has the same effect on me as it did when I was 5.

Apart from the fact that the overload of margarine now makes me feel kind of sick, and thus stops me from eating anymore than 9 pieces.

But other than that. The same effect.

The same, however, cannot be said for The Metaphoric Drug. It is having an effect on me far greater than any other metaphoric drug has had. Or at least, that's how it feels.

To be entirely honest, I'm not sure what I think of this new found, and pretty intense, "drug" addiction of mine.

I'm loving the ups of the roller-coaster of metaphoric drug addiction. But the downs? And the withdrawal symptoms? And the cynic in me causing all these doubts? Not so much. Sigh.

Maybe I'm just cranky because I haven't had my fix today. That sounds just as sad in my head as it does out of it.

Or it could be because The Metaphoric Drug doesn't seem to feel the need to get it's fix of me. Which leads me to believe that it isn't addicted to me as I am to it. Which makes me even crankier.

Plus my stomach is growling at me for not feeding it since 11am. No wait. I fed it at 2.30pm. So really, it has no substantial reason to be protesting about a lack of food.

I, on the other hand, have every reason to be getting cranky. The "drug" to which I am metaphorically addicted seems to be un-interested in a) satisfying my craving for the day and the cravings I get when getting my fix (yes, that's right. Now that I've been able to obtain some access to said "drug", I want more of it, even when using it.) and b) me as an addictive substance.

Story of my friggin' life.

And now I have the song from Robot Unicorn Attack stuck in my head from playing it.

My brain be mighty distracted today.