On Chocolate ... or, Chocolate On

Was sorting through laundry and came across a shocking reminder of what must have been a particularly bad day, or moment. From the pile of laundry, I pulled out a brand new bright, white t-shirt, worn once. I noticed a small chocolate stain, and another, and a little bit of chocolate over here, and then a big old smudge of chocolate there, a large smear of chocolate down here, and ... whhhhhat in the world?! I had been, clearly, in a chocolate state of mind. Gloomy. Bummed out. Forlorn. Weary. Worn. Well, we have these moments, days, and then we move on. 
I think it was cake.