To sleep, or not to sleep, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous dreams,
Or to take coffee against a sea of yawning
And by opposing end it. To drowse—to sleep,
No more;
To sleep, perchance to dream—aye, there's the rub:
For in that sleep what dreams may come,
Must give us pause—

For who would bear the alarm clock's rude awakening,
The snooze button, the endless rolling over
The horrid discovery that he has o'erslept,
When he himself might instead stay wakeful
Until the dawn? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a restless night,
When they might instead
Make a fresh pot of Gourmet Roast
Turn on Netflix or e'en Amazon Prime
And turn two short days into one long

Thus streaming video does make insomniacs of us all.

With humblest apologies to the ghost of William Shakespeare