Now, it’s my strange little secret. On nights when sleep is a distant country, I don’t fight it anymore. I make a tea, I get my tablet, and I go through the vavada registration portal (though now I just log in). I might deposit five or ten dollars, my “entertainment fee” for the witching hour. I’ll play a few hands, spin a few reels. It’s not about money. It’s about the gentle, engaging distraction