Post-Midnight Black Hole.

There are still two hours to go to my bed time and there's plenty of scotch in the house, but YouTube has crashed. Is this just the latest manifestation of the matrix crumbling? What do I do for the next two hours? Wait for the house walls to dissolve and reveal the true nature of reality? Will it be to my liking? Will there be a tomorrow? Do I really exist? Is it worth caring?