Do you ever have one of those super lazy or sleepy days for no real reason? I have gone through days in which I have been comparatively far more sleep-deprived, and yet I could feel the lack of drive, focus, and desire to do and be anything but productive. At least I went to hot yoga.
If I sleep in or nap, my dad calls me "dormiat", which I think is Milanese dialect for "sleepyhead". He also calls me "lattonssola"--whether Milanese or just his personal slang I do not know--because of my deep love for milk. Mmmm. There's nothing better. Does anyone else remember that episode of Sabrina the Teenage Witch when Sabrina's aunts made her a prom date (Brian Austin Green) out of man-dough? And then Aunt Zelda made herself a milk-loving fireman (Eddie Cibrian)? At least I'm not the only one who appreciates milk. Other than babies. That's another story altogether. Don't try to make me go all psychoanalytical on myself.
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