Enjoying my night as I’m chilling on the couch, reading one of my favourite books, sipping on a glass of wine, relaxing. And you? You are doing what you always do best: watching me. Spying on me. Hoping to get my attention. Well, it’s not going to happen. I can’t be bothered. I’m so bored to of you that it’s literally exhausting me. Making me yawn all over the place.