Young and free
I was over the whole chocolate thing for better than a year; I could eat a piece of chocolate, enjoy it, and leave it at that. Now, though, I am suddenly a slave to my body. I've devoured four chocolate bars in the last 24 hours, and I stopped only because I ran out. Now I'm sitting at my desk, an hour into my shift, trying to remember whether the cafeteria downstairs carries chocolate, and whether I should buy any more.
