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Insomnia reflections

To brew or to latte, that is the question—

Whether 'tis Nobler in the diet to suffer

The thinness of watery skim,

Or to take arms against a sea of conformity,

And by opposing have cream? To jitter, to sleep—

No more; and from no sleep to end

The heartache, by caffeinating ourselves against the endless fatigue

The flesh is heir to? Tis a consumption

Devoutly to be wished. To froth, to brew—

To sip, perchance to drink: ay, there's the stuff.

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