I had a chocolate-anxiety attack earlier. AS IN. I was trembling all over and sort of breaking into a sweat even though my air conditioner was turned on full blast.
I was doing some reports for work when I suddenly thought about chocolates.
I began to fantasize about those deep-dark-creamy ones with a melt-in-your-mouth sweetness; which when you pop one in your mouth, it just makes you want to lean back in your armchair and close your eyes, and just savor the velvety texture... damn.
I immediately stood up from my work and did my wild search. I rummaged through my bags, I checked our family room fridge, I checked our kitchen fridge, I checked the pantry, I checked my brother's fridge,
AND NO CHOCOLATE.
NO. GUDAM. CHOCOLATE.
I wanted a chocoloate so bad I wanted to cry.
I know I'm not making any sense. At all.
Yeah. I'm crazy like that.