Feeling number 321: When you have been distracting yourself all day with media

consumption and then 7 pm rolls around and your brain is too fried to get interested in tv or
podcasts or movies or books or drawings or masturbating or the office bloopers or reading
Wikipedia articles about the history of vibrators and, suddenly, your arch nemesis boredom
descends in full armor carrying in sludgy, purple arms its pale, blind god: Dread. And then
you and boredom and dread have to lay on top of each other in a twitchy pile until your
exhaustion exhausts itself and you are finally weak enough to give up and eventually let
yourself try to sleep and then you do.