Ah, the Facebook home page, its comforting blue and white sprinkled with pictures of drunk acquaintances from freshman year and my uncle’s llama sitting on his ram (true story). Scrolling down the page is like taking a long, soothing stretch: As my brain turns to sublime mush, I begin to forget that I’m procrastinating severely, concerned only with that creepy guy in 10 of my sister’s new pictures and what Jennifer Lawrence looks like without makeup. (Amazing, it turns out. Thanks, Washington Post Social Reader.)
