Apple Orgy In My Bed

I am sleeping with my phone again.

Sometimes I sleep with my iPhone, iPad and MacBook resembling so sort of apple orgy in my bed. Hello radiation.

At least I’ve removed the whiteboard from my bedroom — It’s no wonder I’m single.

We all sleep with our phones, don’t pretend that you don’t — but we all know better.

Sleeping with your phone is the root of all anxiety. It is a breeding ground for trouble.

Don’t get me wrong — I’m not posting a ’super cute’ pic and trawling for gratification notifications.

Well not constantly.

I’m addicted to the hustle.

Information, emails, google alerts, latest releases, bank feeds, you know that can’t sleep at night disco info shit that we all tell ourselves is passion.

Passion wrapped as anxiety, or anxiety wrapped in passion?

What can I say — I have an addictive personality a.k.a zero self control.

Hand me another charger.

*Eye roll emoji*

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