happy birthday, adam!

this is jeff (the boy living in my room right now), adam (the 27 year old birthday boy looking brooklyn pimp), and me.

this is a picture of adam’s hedgehog. hedgie. or hedwig. or turpentine.

after dinner tonight i stabbed myself in the finger with this ingenious device where you put in disposable needles and push a button and it pops up thru this plastic lid and pricks you. then i put the blood on this little strip which hooks into a tiny little machine which measures blood sugar. generally one is supposed to be between 80-100 all the time, though after a meal you can be up as high as 145 and still be ok, blood sugar wise. i am always (so far) under 145. once i ate this huge handful of taffy, some chocolate, and a BLT with avocado and was still only a 114. tonight i ate masses of tasty thai food and fried banana with coconut ice cream and was still only 99. it’s amazing that my blood sugar level is so low considering my eating habits. but there you have it. one of the fun things about me doing this every time i’m at my mom’s house is the cringing cry-baby fit i have every time i try to push the button to stab myself. i am such a wuss.