Sometimes self care is making a batch of turkey burgers at 9pm cause you might have been trapped in an ADHD executive dysfunction cycle all day, but time is an arbitrary concept and you deserve nourishment regardless of what the stupid clock says.
Bonus scenario: you can now have turkey burgers for breakfast.
Also as an aside, in the Regency era the concept of supper was formalized into a late evening meal and was held usually at the end of a grand social event, so therefore could take place anywhere after 8pm to midnight depending on the event. It was considered super fashionable and elite.
So if it helps to think of it this way, romance yourself like the Jane Austen heroine you are, and eat leftovers out of the fridge at 3am like the high spirited and unconventional person you are. You’ve got this.
In the event you don’t want to be a Regency Heroine, you can also Be:
- A Hobbit, who has a meal for roughly every 2 hours of the day and they never said WHEN second breakfast was. or maybe it’s First Breakfast, just really, really early.
- A Nocturnal Cryptid coming out of hiding at odd hours to avoid the paparazzi
- You’re preparing to battle jetlag on an interstellar trip where you’ll be on a 30-hour schedule becuase it’s a good compromise with the alien’s 36-hour schedule.