Then Caleb got home, gave me a king-size chocolate bar in direct disapproval of every doctor's order I've gotten recently.

I ate it, hugged the Caleb, cried a bit...

...and now feel wonderful.

I don't care WHAT the doctors say.

I'm never going that long without chocolate again.

*shudders*

I honestly, really, truly, NEEDED that. Gods.

When you're female, overemotional, stressed out, tired, grouchy, crying, desperately missing someone you love... to be forbidden chocolate then is, as Alex says, sadism.

So.

Not being THAT much of a masochist...

*licks her lips, getting off the last of the Forbidden Chocolate*

...I'm gonna eat it when I need it.

Makes sense, yes?