Unwilling to confront my demons, I became steadily more keen on the chocolate snack, silently measuring any hardships I encountered in segments of toblerone. Argument with Carol? Three slabs and I'll be fine. Disparaging remark from passer-by? Two should do it. My assistant is being an idiot? Three, maybe four - but she really is pushing her luck.
hotkeys: D = random, W = like, S = dislike, A = back