I don't know if that's sarcasm or not but I might consider suicide if we ran out of chocolate. I am a serious junky. I used to keep a big stack of chocolate bars (good ones- German- Lindt) by my bed, I'd wake up and first thing eat one and then just lay there and enjoy the little pleasure chemicals they say it makes. It got to be so habitual, I'd wake in the night and eat two or three little squares and continue sleeping without knowing that I had done this. I'm not overweight at all in case anybody wonders I can still wear my dress uniform from the Army with no ugly overhang.
Chocolate is probably one of the single best things about life as we know it- it's better than sex in some respects and not quite as messy. I would be willing to go to war with other countries to secure the flow of good chocolate to the West.
Sheez, now that I think about it, I'm running low- better get down to the store and stock up.
As a kid, I'd go into the pantry and eat my Mom's unsweetened chocolate for baking. THAT'S desparate, I tell ya.