Not my favourite thing to do, but I am trying to go at least once a month. As I went through my usual litany of sins, one thing struck me: they were all boring. I am endangering my soul, and I am bored out of my skull as I do so. I can't even find an interesting road to hell.
But evil is a glamour: It seems wonderful, but it is all hollow. It is like a bucket with a hole in it: It carries nothing but the promise of emptiness.