To update, or not to update, that is the question—
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Salt and Anguish of outrageous Delay,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of CTRL+F5,
And by opposing end them? To logoff, to sleep—
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-attacks, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Browsing is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To logoff, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of IRL, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal hype train,
Must give us pause.