That feeling when you already spent a full hour at a birthday party and then realize you ran out of interesting things to say half an hour ago, the spoons are getting less and less and damn, I need to spend another two hours AT LEAST there? Not good.

I remind myself of that sweet, sweet dopamine at the end of the task. Works... Quite often.

Total fact. At least for me. Had to do an extensive order at work an hour ago. Stimmed my brain with hyper aggresive Swedish crust crust punk all throughout.