Given my new sobriety I can't eat the wonderful box of sweets Jon sent me. But I also can't bear to throw or give them away as the thought of someone else enjoying my Pocky sticks just makes me cry.
So instead I've decided to play with them until their chocolatey goodness seeps into the various rugs, tables, clothes, etc. that I wrap them in, the idea being that they will surround me in my daily life (at least till I vaccuum).
So here is my chocolate forest of despair:
Doesn't my forest look so sad?