At 19:00 I woke up feeling hot and sweaty, and with a brain that actually felt awake. Not operating at 100%, but not just a comatose mess of instincts and low-level maintenance routines.
I still feel weak, and not hungry at all. But I have now got fish fingers in the oven, vegetables in a pot, and intend to use my baby-deer legs to wander into the kitchen and bring back dinner in a couple of minutes, and then pick at it slowly.
Going to London for the weekend has now been tentatively moved from the "Ahahahahaha, no" column to the "Actually, this might happen" column.
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