I just want to eat an entire box of chocolates. The cream filled ones, with the nice rich chocolate that hangs out to melt on your tongue after the saccharine hit of the filling has faded.
This oddly specific craving brought to you by the letter C and the number 6.
And also by my failed two-egg cycle, my rapidly-ramping-up contact with the new clinic, my on-going negotiations on my contracts, my boss handing me a not-simple time-sensitive task, and my general sense of disgruntledness today. I have a lot to say, but things are changing so rapidly it’s almost not worth writing it all out. Plus I have to get this figure made, so it can go in a press release about other people’s articles. Grump.