A good night’s sleep is rare these days. The minute you’re about to drift into a beautiful cloud world where unicorns are frolicking and ’90s Christina Aguilera is smacking you in the face with her boobs, you suddenly remember that time in third grade where you didn’t shake enough after peeing and walked in front of the classroom with a wet spot on your groin. Now the sounds of cruel laughter from a room full of 8-year-olds is at the front of your brain, so you watch a few videos on your phone of people falling on dirt bikes to help regain that tranquil mindset. But the iPhone screen burning white hot information into your eyeballs has only made you more awake. It’s a vicious cycle.