Sugar high...

And I have searched both far and wide
And I’ve explored the deepest caverns of my mind

Last night I had a halloween party. Yes, it was a Wednesday. Don't judge me. I was a good boy, I didn't drink too much. And there was a massive, massive stack of sweets, courtesy of a friend who does some work for Cadbury, and provided a couple of kilos of sugar.

To try and find an explanation why
I get this funny feeling deep inside

I only had a few drinks, but I ate way too much sugar. Then I didn't sleep last night because of that. I woke up this morning, my head aching, my mouth gritty, my face sweaty, my eyes swollen shut. I though, this isn't right, I can't be hungover. I drank almost nothing. Then it hit me. A sugar hangover. I haven't had this much of the sweet stuff in me since I was wee and living in America. I was having the worst case of sugar crash imaginable.

When you kiss me goodbye
And when I lick between your thighs

And I still have a massive mound of leftovers. This cannot end well.

sugarhigh.....sugarhigh.....sugarhigh.....sugarhigh....shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
-Sugarhigh, Coyote Shivers