I’ll let you in on a little secret (that isn’t really one): I have a problem with chocolate.  Screw alcohol and drugs, give me chocolate every single time.  You think I’m joking, but I have literally sat in my apartment late at night and spent hours having a conversation back and forth in my head about whether or not I should go out to Duane Reade and pick up a bag of Hershey’s Kisses or Rolos or Riesen.  Fortunately, inertia … →