Ever since I was a teenager, I've been plagued by what I've assumed was hypoglycemia, although no doctor ever told me so.  If I go more than a couple hours without eating, I get sick, dizzy, shaky; I cease being able to think clearly, and become a horrible grouch.

Apparently Ben's had about enough of it going untracked, and so he talked to his mother about lending me a blood sugar meter.  All day, I've been taking blood sugar readings, and writing down what I eat and when, as well as the numbers the meter spits out at me. 

The meter hasn't read above 125 all day; lowest was 86, right before lunch.  I should think this is pretty good evidence that my metabolic system is profoundly screwed up.  Can't be diabetes, because then my sugar would go to 150 and higher (much higher), and it hasn't.  It's apparently supposed to be at 140 or so after I eat. 

So, I'm messed up. Congratulations to me.

I tried to make cupcakes, and they stuck to the pan and beheaded themselves and don't taste very chocolatey.  I am saddened.  Some turned out pretty-ish, I suppose.  Apparently there's a reason they create separate recipes for cakes and cupcakes. 

Meanwhile, I have to go stop my son from trashing the kitchen.