The Scripted Evening: Why Your Nighttime Routine Follows a Plot You Didn’t Write

I used to think my evenings were formless. After dinner, the dishes, a vague intention to read — I’d somehow arrive at 10:47 PM sitting in the same dent on the couch, phone warm in my hand, having watched three episodes of something I couldn’t name the next morning. I’d wake up tired and mildly … Read More The post The Scripted Evening: Why Your Nighttime Routine Follows a Plot You Didn’t Write…