Sugar high

Yesterday afternoon, Miss Jackson took me to Juliette et Chocolat for some belated birthday hot chocolate. Ho. Lee. Shit. I think I slurped down three or four melted dark chocolate bars and got the sugar high to prove it. Talking too loud, walking too fast, hands all jittery. And then the stomach ache that lasted all night long. Ugh. Don't get me wrong. The chocolate was extremely tasty, but next time I'm going to have to have a shot or two instead of a big ol' mug full of it.