The Golden Globes started off hot thanks to Nikki Glaser — before becoming a snoozefest

The Golden Globes embraced a millennia-old tradition last night: Sunday as a day of rest.

Oh how tiring they were. Only minutes into the show honoring the year’s best movies and TV series, I was ready to hit the hay.

Instead of counting sheep, we counted bored stars.

Their facial expressions, like mine, were stuck at “meh.” For once, I felt “seen.”

The Globes weren’t a total abomination, as far as these formulaic shindigs go. Remember the Jo Koy debacle? But chamomile tea and melatonin are less time-consuming of a commitment.

The lethargy wasn’t the fault of host Nikki Glaser, who was funny, lacerating and likable. CBS should keep her on for as long as she wants.