I have to get up at six and get ready for work, but I’m not ready for sleep yet. I’ll finish my scrolling and clicking as soon as I can be a strong enough person to stop doing it. This information is very important and I’m ignoring sleep, and things right in front of me and around me because this distant information is intriguing and informative and entertaining and I can’t stop reading and watching this small screen. I have to know more and my thumb keeps moving and touching the different spots on the screen. Pause. Think. Look around me.  It’s 5:30. I have to get up. Wait. I’m already up. I have been up. I’m scrolled the night away again. I’m tired, I guess. It’s going to be a good day.