That night I watched two episodes of Hoarders on DVR while Tony set up his PC in the living room on the new desk. And I ate a Hershey bar. Another guilty decision. I could have eaten half of it and called it good, a naughty snack, but noooooo. I had to destroy the entire thing. Fucking chocolate. Why is it so good??? I managed to eat it slowly, and enjoy it. I broke the bar into the little bars, and would bite half the little bar, put the other half DOWN, and suck on what was in my mouth until it was gone. I repeated the process about 10 too many times though. Damn it. So instead of succumbing to the desire to eat more, I went to bed. Good strategy.