So I claimed this entire past weekend for my birthday and had in mind that I could do whatever I wanted. This largely involved food. I figured I could indulge and not feel guilty and have no repercussions. I know, might as well take myself out of time while I’m at it, and I haven’t entirely figured out how to do that just yet. *shifty eyes*
I don’t know what’s worse, the guilt or the repercussions. Probably the guilt.
Yet so far the guilt count is 0 and I’m ignoring all repercussionary twinges. Because doggone it, I was in taste-bud heaven.