Gnah. Tossing and turning with annoying sinus stuff, too much benadryl and not enough breathing.

I am craving chocolate. Endorphins, love, flavor, the whole ball of whacks. I suppose it's craving more than chocolate really, it's the craving of sensual pleasures of every kind, the firm joys of meatspace that can't readily be had online. Full-on chocolate sex orgy, the kind that good girls don't go to.

Then again, I probably need better sex furniture first.