“They’re in Bangalore!? What the helly” “Yoooo, are we putting HnC scene today” *insert 28347 unwatched reels from that one friend who’s chronically online* These are the notifications I am bombarded with when I get up at 5 am to chug some ungodly amounts of water from the dispenser. Of course, with the self-control of the kids who flopped the marshmallow test, I go ahead and see all the texts (and somehow, I always reply in my head only to get yelled at later in the day).