I'm posting from beautiful Hershey, Pennsylvania right now. And I can't believe the amount of chocolate that has entered my body in the last 24 hours. It's everywhere. Everything must have chocolate. You get off the chocolate tour, they give you chocolate. You watch the 3d movie with dancing chocolate galore, then get more chocolate handed on the way out. You walk through the amusement park to the rides, and before you realize it you've just stuck another Hershey Kiss in your mouth.

I think the last time I pissed I filled the bowl with steaming hot cocoa. No marshmallows,though.

You truly develop a love/hate relationship with chocolate being here, which is not unlikely many folks on their diet du jour. (Currently, it's South Beach, Atkins, a close second, and the Weight Watchers people were still in business the last time I checked.) You're sick of it, but you'll reach for it. You're full, but you'll have another piece. But when it's all said and done, I think the world is a better place because there's chocolate in it. I like going to bed knowing that some day I'll eat another piece of chocolate.

I guess the brainwashing here at Hershey is working quite well.