Oh that was a bad idea

A friend from work brought candy from his trip to Brazil. I got a small ziplock with maybe a half-dozen candies of various types.

I nibbled on one or two yesterday, then put the bag away.

This morning I gobbled down the rest.

Sugar... making... eyes... spin...

I feel like have ants under my skin along my skull.

The color orange is shouting at me.

Why does it smell like television?

Oh look! My pen is running away. Come back, little ink-filled thing! Come back! I won't hurt you! You're running towards the cyborg moose!

I must stop them. The ducks will be unhappy.