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Yesterday (I woke up at twelve) we went to an Italian restaurant for lunch. My brother became upset when he learned of this, leading to the following conversation-
Brother: I don't want to go to a restaurant! I don't like weird foreign food!
Me: You're Italian!
::sigh:: Anyway, I got to drink espresso there (one cup + six packets of sugar), then we went home and I crawled into bed and slept until supper. Which probably means something, but I'm too tired to think about it. ::yawn::
And I typed up a second chapter to Unoriginality: AAMLudicrousness. I might post it today.
Brother: I don't want to go to a restaurant! I don't like weird foreign food!
Me: You're Italian!
::sigh:: Anyway, I got to drink espresso there (one cup + six packets of sugar), then we went home and I crawled into bed and slept until supper. Which probably means something, but I'm too tired to think about it. ::yawn::
And I typed up a second chapter to Unoriginality: AAMLudicrousness. I might post it today.
