Going to sleep just seems stupid and boring.
Pretty much anything in the world is more interesting than that. Or, per Nabokov:
“Sleep is the most moronic fraternity in the world, with the heaviest dues and the crudest rituals,” Vladimir Nabokov writes in “Speak Memory.” He goes on, “It is a mental torture I find debasing … I simply cannot get used to the nightly betrayal of reason, humanity, genius.”
Why do so many people put off going to bed even when they know they’ll regret it the next morning?