William Blake 1757-1827What's wrong with a grown woman, wearing pajamas, motoring in to a quickie mart, and exiting with three jumbo-bars of chocolate with nuts? Nothing. I will eat chocolate before bed to liven up my dreams. I will eat salt and sugar, in alternating bites, until I no longer feel. I will get away someday, soon. Or I will go mad. Or worse--I will lie down and become pliant, lobotomized, and selfless.
