No, I haven’t been partaking of the ganja ganga (seeing as how I can’t spell it, that’s probably a good thing). But it’s near midnight and I am a chocolate monster. A week or so ago Rob had gotten me a dark chocolate mint bar. I had a square or two at the time, but that was about it. Tonight? Nom nom nom. It’s midnight and I am like “CHOCOLATE NOW PLS OK THANKS!”. It should come as no surprise that a Special Visitor is due to arrive on Sunday. Oh, the Special Visitor, bane of my existence.
Edit: Damage control – Three squares left on my chocolate bar. Here’s the kind it was. Farewell, sweet organic chocolate. You served me well.
Ah… the bane of all our existence.