Maybe listen to this song and you'll know what to do...
"And at the count of 3, I pull back the duvet,
Make my way to the re-friger-ator...
One dry potato inside...
No lie...
Not even bread, jam...
Then the light above my head went BAM!
I can't sleep...
Something's all over me...
Greasy insomnia, pleas release me...
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath...
Tearin' off tights with my teeth...
But there's no relief, I'm wide awake...
In my kitchen, it's black and I'm lonely...
Oh, If I could only get some sleep...
Creaky noises make my skin creep...
I need to get some sleep...
I can't get no sleep..."
And you definitely ain't getting no sleep once those church bells end, that synth riff kicks in and that banging beat comes back to kick off dance floor hysteria.
I'd suggest you have more than one dry potato in your fridge and also don't have a single light in the kitchen that can go out and leave you all alone in the dark.