Cake for breakfast is one of the better perks of a birthday week. The cake is running out and should be out of temptation range very soon to now.
I'm not weighing myself until after the cake is gone. That just makes sense.
I'm going to do all the other things I normally do and repeat trying to make myself doing all the things I despise doing.
AKA: Summarising my dang books.
I'm going to save Rael for a rewrite. I got lots of other stuff to work on. Prepping for sale.
I have also commenced a second BG3 fanfic. The brain worms are real. Pray for me. And especially pray that I actually finish the fuckers.
Speaking of finishing... I must therefore start.