Grumpy
I went to bed early last night. As usual for the past couple months, I didn't sleep well. At some point, Phil put on Cannibal the Musical and watched it. Then he let it sit at the main menu, with the first few bars of the main theme ("Schpedoinkle") playing over and over.
I drifted off into a dream where every VCR and DVD player we've ever owned was in a huge entertainment center, and I was squinting at the buttons, trying to find the Stop or Power buttons to shut off the damned music. I finally woke up, went to the computer room door, and plaintively said, "Turn it OFF!"
Phil sheepishly grabbed the remote and turned it off.
I went back to bed for more fitful sleeping.
I drifted off into a dream where every VCR and DVD player we've ever owned was in a huge entertainment center, and I was squinting at the buttons, trying to find the Stop or Power buttons to shut off the damned music. I finally woke up, went to the computer room door, and plaintively said, "Turn it OFF!"
Phil sheepishly grabbed the remote and turned it off.
I went back to bed for more fitful sleeping.