Jeez.

Apologies are in order for the dramatic tone of the last post but apparently something was up.

Last night I was so tired and I really wanted to sleep, but I was so jumpy and tired and uncomfortably warm.  I mean, yes, it's been warmer again and all that, but it was just ridiculously warm.

And man.  I really wanted chocolate.  I started reviewing in my mind all the places where I have ever kept chocolate in the house in the past, and realized that I only had one bar lurking in the fridge.

But at 10:30 pm, it just seemed a little too decadent to eat a whole chocolate bar by myself.

And then there was the whole bit about jumping up ten feet in the air every time I heard a noise, and freaking out and mind racing, more than usual.

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So okay, come on audience: what do you think would drive an otherwise-normal person to be an (even more) irrational, paranoid, overwhelmed and whiny-blogging mess who craves chocolate at strange times of day?

If you reply or email me the answer by the end of the day, I will send you a couple of bars of chocolate.

Because I'm thinking you might need it, too.