You know you are watching waaaay too much television when you write, direct, produce, and air an entirely "fresh" episode of your favorite show in your sleep. And it is oh-so-good. OH. SO. GOOD. I mean, Joan and Adam were finally putting the sex issue back on the table. Sex! On the table! Oh, hey...
Sorry, I was distracted for a moment.
So you find yourself muttering grossly inappropriate words-- words that make your groggy husband's ears burn and perk up simultaneously-- in the general direction of the discordant alarm clock buzzing you right out of the episodic dream AND your warm, comfy bed at 4:30 in the morning, all so you can hit the Capital Beltway before the morning commute kicks into full gear.
Honestly. And did I mention there was kissing going on? Kissing! With tongue!
Damn you, alarm clock. Damn you to hell.