Okay, I'm about to go to the post office to mail my application. (More on the job hunt later.) But, how sad is it that all I can think about is stopping by the gas station on the way home to buy a pack of peanut M & M's?
I feel like an alcoholic. "Yeah, honey. I'll run that errand...[so I can pick up some booze at the ABC store]."
What gives? Why do I need so much chocolate?
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