After attending a lunch meeting, I return to the office to finish out the day. My co-workers are both amused and bewildered by my-over-the-top energy that afternoon. I had succombed to the temptation presented by wafts of garlic and basil at the lunch. A small bit of pasta with some chicken made it on to my salad plate. Was I high because I usually eat a smaller lunch? Because the meeting went well? I once, jokingly, was banned from eating carrot cake at one of the offices I worked. After an office birthday party, I spent the afternoon bouncing off of the walls. I do not always respond like that to carbs. Sometimes nothing happens. Sometimes I crash after. One evening, I was having trouble sleeping and thought to experiment on myself. I went to the corner store and purchased one of those over processed, sugar infused fat, coated with icing, honey buns. It worked perfectly. I was asleep 15 minutes later.