Feeling sleepy, I read a few minutes in Dutch (De vijf gaan er vandoor) and then in German (Die Harry Potter Gesamtausgabe). Then I got into bed with my current novel—Jonathan Kellerman’s Billy Straight.
Just like dessert, no matter how tired you are you can always do compulsive reading. There’s a lesson in that.
No matter the language, and no matter the level you’re at with it, it ought to be possible to manage doing something addictive in it.
So let me work on down the list of the rest of them: Spanish, French, Polish, and any I’ve forgotten.