You're finally drifting off at 2 a.m. when your brain decides to project the time you mispronounced "quinoa" at a dinner party in 2015 in full surround sound. Your eyes snap open. You're now fully awake, physically cringing so hard your cat leaves the room. You spend the next twenty minutes trying to convince yourself that everyone there is definitely dead and therefore doesn't remember. They probably aren't, but your brain doesn't negotiate.