Did you know that Ramadan sleep patterns exist to remind you of your mortality? Last month’s nights gave me a glimpse into what life might be like for new parents, pulled out of bed and walking around zombie-eyed the next day. And I did it on my own. If you imagined a solo Ramadan as a minor tragedy, it’s even worse when you’re away from family (I’m in the US, my family is scattered across the UK and Nigeria). Thank heaven, then, for Netflix, the faster’s friend.

The kitchen at 3am is an excellent time to play catch-up on everything you’ve missed. I watched all of the third season of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, chopping veg while marvelling at how the show has got incrementally less funny with every season. I rewatched the second season of Aziz Ansari’s Master Of None, often in the lull between getting home from work and breaking my fast. I watched Friends (up to when Rachel and Ross “were on a break”), snatching minutes in that window of post pre-dawn meal and pre-falling back to sleep. I watched documentaries, sitcoms, standup specials and dramas. I recommended TV shows to fellow fasters, and prayed while canned laughter spilled from tinny speakers. On days when it was just me in the kitchen, the noise and chatter made the fatigue of solo fasting less taxing.

So here are my top picks from the insomniac Netflix coalface: the illuminating political documentary Get Me Roger Stone; the nimble Nigerian comedy The Wedding Party; the romantic drama Dear John (because: Channing Tatum); and Disney’s joyous Moana. You don’t need to be watching at 4am. But sometimes it helps.