I took the glucose tolerance test yesterday and about five minutes after drinking the simple syrup that they gave me, Sugar Lump started doing a song and dance inside me. He kicked at high speed for hours while I shook like a caffeinated Chihuahua and then got sick to my stomach. Then the sugar crash started. Hours after the test I was slumped on the couch, watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s. As usual, I cried when Holly Golightly threw Cat out of the taxi in the rain.