I checked my blood sugar levels this afternoon. Normal. Yay!!!

So I had three helpings of the lasagna I made earlier. One bottle of that American drink that starts with P that I'm supposed to boycott so I can't mention the name because I'm ashamed I drank it with lots of ice - it felt so delicious on the tongue, and three huge slices of Linzer Torte from the Konditorei Leo Jindrak in Linz, Austria that he brought for the kids last week (yeah, I'm the mother of the kids, I deserve it more, okayyyy??)

What a relief. Burp. Lepas geram. Overkill.

That's why I still dreaming of the body I had in California in 1988 as per my previous post (voluptuous, never anorexic aka starved...but not as tembam as now...)

Whe I went to Austria, I saw konditoreis with sinfully sweet and diabetes-inducing cakes and pastries on every corner. And psychotherapist offices. Around every OTHER corner.

I asked Sigfried, his friend in Linz. "Siggy, why are there so many psychotherapists in Linz and Vienna?"

"Welllll, I don't know..maybe we Austrians are a little mad? Muahahaha..." he grinned madly.

Yeah. You gave us Hitler (wait...maybe Hitler was genius?). And Freud. Really hung up on sex, that man. Incest. Sex. Sex. Incest. Maybe Bush invaded Afghanistan and Iraq and hung another world leader of the free world like a dog because Laura didn't put out for him and he had fantasises about Barbara his mum and was mad at Bush SR? How would Freud explain such a madman? Or was Freud himself a pervert with incestuous inclinations which he then cleverly forced upon everyone to cover his OWN guilt for such naughty thoughts?

The real granddaddy of psychoanalysis was Avicenna. Ibn Sina. No perversion there.

Wasn't I talking about blood sugar?

Maybe this is the free association thingy...hmmmm...