Today is an Unsuitable Food Day. Because there's "Halloween Salad" on offer and I'm battling depression and fuck it, I want treatos.
Results for this past week of food monitoring indicate that I need more protein and less fat. So I shall be looking for cheaper sources of the stuff with a plan for Summer Biotic Protein Smoothies.
BTW "Halloween Salad" is a lot like "Easter Egg Salad" where all of the treats are in a communal bowl and everyone takes what they want.
So yeah. I had a bowl of sugar with occasional nutrients in it and I feel GREAT on an emotional level. Yes, I know it's terrible for me. Ask me how many shits I have to give about that.
The Promptcast only has five stories, this week. And one of our writers has left the channel. Possibly in a hissy fit. I may yet be able to talk them off of that ledge, but they were warned three times before their submission was cut out of the show. There was a warning to EVERYONE about the shit they pulled. So they can't say they were betrayed.
I'll find out their side of the story when they're ready to talk to me.
Fuckin' drama. I don't need it on top of everything else.
Now that it's November, I am aiming to do something towards the ADT rewrite per diem. If I finish a chapter, that's a bonus point. And I have engineered a way to keep track. Huzzah.
Onwards to today's dosage of nonsense.