Try to take a nap.

Try to take a nap for two fucking hours.

Finally sit up, annoyed at the world.

Wander into the kitchen for a soda because that's the kind of night it's going to be.

Spot cookies.

Entire fucking body says, at once "Oh, hello. We're having a low blood sugar. That's why you couldn't sleep. Sorry we didn't let you know before."

Those cookies didn't stand a fucking chance. I can't even show their mother the box. There aren't even crumbs left.

Are you sure I didn't steal your sleep? I passed out for like three hours...

;_; I'm going to take a nap in about an hour when my body chemistry equals out.

Diabetes sucks inordinate amounts of ASS.

If it had just given me ONCE SINGLE SIGN I would have dealt with it.

It does...

Just "Nope. You can't sleep. Lol good luck, nerd."