just a little desperate

Sometimes life sneaks up on you so fast and so quietly you just know something is wrong but you can’t quite put your finger on what it is.  Maybe it’s PMS, maybe it’s love, maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t cleaned out my closet in six months and all my outfits are no longer turning me on.  I don’t know, but something is up and it’s getting on my nerves.  I have a laundry list of things I need to do and surprisingly want to do, but not enough time to tackle them all at once:

1.  Clean out my closet and donate clothes

2.  Figure out Father’s Day

3.  Figure out what to get my niece and nephew for their 5th grade graduation

4.  Stop being  a big baby and piss or get off the pot

So last night, after a day of running around, loud colorful children, and an array of savory Filipino food I was dying and not giving up on satisfying my agitated state with SOME KIND of chocolate.  You’d swear I’d been hit with a chocolate drought all weekend and had completely forgotten about the ridiculous Sonic shake on Friday and the shopping-around yogurt fix on Saturday.  But here I was, Sunday night feeling at a loss.

10:00 PM  I’m pretty sure Oprah and a ton of other people have told me I’m not suppose to eat after 6 let alone right before I go to bed.  BUT!!!!  Does having some hot chocolate really qualify as eating?  So I was blurring the lines a little, but two scoops of sweetened Ghirardelli cocoa, a scoop of unsweetened cocoa, a swirl of whip cream, and a shake or two of cinnamon and I couldn’t give two cents about what time of night it was.

Chocolate doesn’t solve all problems, but it certainly seems to solve most of them…at least temporarily.