I've rediscovered the chocolate bar. When I was younger I assumed they were delicious. They were little presents I would get occasionally when something good happened. But then I hit my teens, and chocolate kind of lost its allure. It was delicious, as always, and I would rarely turn it down, but in contrast to now, I wouldn't actively seek it. I seek chocolate now. I long for it. It's a tasty sexual victual wrapped in a perfectly assembled little wrapper designed to be pleasing to my eye.
I have a had an extremely terrible week, frought with stress and looming obligations that I only got around to addressing on Saturday. For most of last week, I was procrastinating recklessly, and this weekend it really managed to take a chunk out of my ass. This is why I've turned back to chocolate. The only thing that kept me going while I translated 16 pages of academic german, as thick and opaque as molasses, was the thought that after the next page I could go down and buy another Caramello.
If I spent as recklessly as I procrastinate, I think I would buy one of those wholesale crates of chocolate bars that fund-raisers use. My room would become a bustling hub of chocolate exchange, as I would freely distribute my stash to anyone who could do with a Nutter Butter or a Reeces cup. Because come on, who would pass up the opportunity of free chocolate? only a yogurt.
Posted by Alchemae at September 27, 2004 02:16 PM