To binge, or not to binge, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The shots and tum'blers of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of sobriety,
And by opposing end them: to drink, to think
No more; and by a drink, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To thirst to drink,
To drink, perchance to Binge; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of drunkenness, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.