“Toasted out” is the kind of tired you get from a day at the beach getting twirled around by your dad. It is when you’re exhausted because you forgot to take a nap in the car while you were singing Stevie Nicks tunes at the top of your lungs. You are toasted out when you get to do gymnastics and singalong on the same day. If you have ever spent a whole summer day outside with friends eating snacks and laughing, you probably felt pretty toasted out when you got home. If you have a hilarious four year old who drags you around the beach, calling you “bruh”, and then rolls around on the sand commenting on everybody’s bathing suits, you probably spend most weekend evenings toasted out. It’s a good feeling, being toasted out, collapsed on your bed while your parents read you stories, distracted by the memories you keep replaying for yourself, half asleep and hoping your dreams will match your day. A nice thing to strive for, if you can get it.