After scouring the web yesterday for inspiration, I fell asleep murmuring combinations of words such as “banana milk”- Mat’s favorite- and “coffee sauce.” I woke abruptly this morning with another phrase lingering on my lips and a dream about a vampire devouring my arm. That is what I get for combining intensive word boggle, a horror story from Mat and cream puffs before bed.
Still, on my half-dazed drive home from work, I struck upon lifetoast and it has stuck. When the name came up available, it felt fated. Since then, I’ve been clacking away at the keyboard, blissfully unaware that it’s been an hour into Independence Day.
Happy fourth and good night.