Remember i said that i recently have been stuffing my face?
The desperation with which i dug into the fridge looking for something sweet and brown, and the ferocity in how i broke the hard piece into smaller bits, threw them into my mouth and chewed down hard despite my liking for it to be melted and smooth, shocked me.
(I'm surprised i didn't gnaw on the bar a la viking:drumstick)
I actually felt my cranial dwelling neurons sigh a huge sigh of relief as my taste buds savoured, in frenzied urgency, the familiar taste of chocolate.
Uh, I am not pregnant.