You settle into the couch like you're boarding a lifeboat, arrange three pillows into an ergonomic throne, find that one perfect temperature zone, and your bladder immediately files a formal complaint. By the time you haul yourself up, you've forgotten which pillow configuration was working, so you spend five minutes reconstructing it from memory like you're defusing a bomb. Your body sits back down satisfied, but now your left foot has fallen asleep out of spite.