revision marathon

I'm about 2/3 of the way through the book doing light revision--typos, looking for small problems, finding things I want to weave more tightly into the fabric of the book, etc.
My thought is--I really need a massage. Sitting at your desk for this long is serious wear on the body. My shoulders are tight and my spine is twisty. Plus, I need more chocolate. I've eaten most of a Lindt 70% bar, a chili-spiced Dagoba, and a leftover Godiva truffle I found in my purse. For a while I had a cacao high going, but now I've crashed.
Tonight, D (who is doing all the revision-era cooking) is making venison stew, there are brownies in the freezer, and we're going to watch some Bob Newhart (the 1st show--I hate the 2nd innkeeper one). Plus I've bought a copy of Soap Opera Digest, so I can enter more fully the restful world of daytime TV. Is Reva really going to die of cancer? I'm looking forward to worrying about someone's characters besides my own.