Messed up sugars in tomato sauce

Oh, hey readers.

Joanna and I encountered a natural disaster three weeks ago and subsequently have been unable to flog. You see, a giant meatball rolled down from a volcano and crushed our small island village. And if that wasn't bad enough, well, that was only the beginning. The volcano proceeded to erupt flooding the ruins of the village with a merciless river of marinara sauce.

It was pretty bad. I lost my appetite for meatball subs. Joanna lost a leg.

And if that wasn't enough, I received a startling diagnoses from my doc about my blood sugar. I'm hypoglycemic. Much to my chagrin that does not mean I can dispense ice cream toppings from my fingernails. It means my blood sugar levels are regularly too low, and when I feel weak and super hungry during the day it's not me being an infant baby babe. Still, this condition is preferred to diabetes, in which one's blood sugar is too high. Better in that, sometimes, I might have to eat candy bars and pastries for my well-being. Diabetics can't eat anything fun. I have to.

It blows but it's not as bad as cancer or the prospect of being in China right now. Sorry earthquake victims :(