everyone has their dangerous mood. that teetering-on-the-edge-of-sanity feeling where the only reason you haven’t lashed out is because no one’s given you a good target. it makes you smile too hard when a smile is demanded, bely the politeness of an answer because it’s delivered through gritted teeth.
i’m having one of those days. i didn’t sleep well enough last night. i’d wake up freezing, turn off the air conditioning, only to wake up drenched in sweat an hour later. i’d wake up desperate to talk to someone but too tired to reach out and find the phone. so now i’m feeling every which way but good. i’m cranky and moody and edgy and weepy. i’m just waiting for an excuse to snap. it’s a dangerous mood.
so i figure i’m prime testing ground for the age-old theory that chocolate cures all woes. the almost-comic storm cloud positioned directly over my head is baseless – i have no real crisis that needs attending. if chocolate is ready for the challenge, i’m ready for this irrational solution to tame my equally irrational snarls and sniffles.
forget paxil … chocolate, what can you do for me today?

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