It's the end of the day. You're tired, thinking about maybe heading to bed early for once.
Then 10 p.m. rolls around, and suddenly your brain's like, "LET'S DO THIS."
You didn't ask it to do that. It just does.
And yet people still insist you operate when the sun's up. Ugh.
You didn't ask it to do that. It just does.
Perfection.
Unless it's just your toaster making that sound.
So. Loud.
900 channels, and nothing on but infomercials.
How do they do that?
But it's also probably all you wanted, anyway.