Today is an historic date, and so far I have celebrated it by shoving a ton of food down my gullet. Four doughnuts, a latte, one ham-filled kolache and a piece of chocolate with a picture of the Louvre on it have yet to bury my anxiety, but they have left me feeling a little ill.
Just a few more hours to go.
If you eat Freedom Chocolate, you must expect the upset stomach. Eat American.