Have discovered new, though expensive, pleasure: Richard Donelly cinnamon milk chocolate. Creamy, rich with cinnamon, melting on the tongue like kisses from a lover who thinks of nothing else but kissing you... Doesn't hurt that it's wrapped in beautiful leafy paper, either.

(Also have a bar of Maya Gold for later today. It's a good thing that I have a small appetite for chocolate in actuality, though my capacity for buying it, smelling it, and feeding it to other people [note to self: save some chocolate to feed to a certain delightful gentleman of my acquaintance this week] is high.