The day after VD. I’ll bet there’s going to be leftover candy boxes marked down for sale all over the place. God help me. If I don’t have it around, I can go a long time without eating a bite of it and not really mind too much. But if I buy any, it calls my name until it’s all gone — usually very quickly.

I wore my Chocoholics Anonymous button yesterday. I stopped for a burrito on the way home. The girl who rang it up noticed it and asked, “Do you have meetings for that?”

“Yes,” I told her, “but we’ve been meeting in the candy store and that hasn’t worked out very well.”

Sometimes I kill me. Hmmm, dying from a chocolate overdose may not be such a bad way to go….