I’m an intractable bedtime procrastinator. Why do the sensible thing when I can just lie on the couch, phone in hand, however exhausted I am?
This says nothing good about me, but when I read that Oxford quantum physicists had made an exciting step towards teleportation, my first thought was: “Will I live long enough for science to teleport me from the sofa into bed at night?”
I’m an intractable bedtime procrastinator. However exhausted I am, once I achieve couch horizontality, bed seems pointless. With a heated blanket and the whole internet in my hand, why do the sensible thing when I can do what feels good right now?
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