Taco-and-horchata hangover. Falling asleep on the couch over strange cable programs. Loaning my children the door keys 10 or 15 times so they can go outside and walk around the block by themselves at ten p.m. or go to a bodega to buy gum. Constant street noise, like a chainsaw running constantly next to my head. Less unpleasant than it sounds.
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