I haven't been eating supper super well lately. Mostly bar food, and not even a lot of it, at that.
Anyway, when I got home, I was pretty hungry. I plugged in the George Foreman grill and put on some hashbrowns. I then settled in to watch John Woo's 'Hard Boiled.'
(Does Alan die at the end? I'm not sure; the theme of self-sacrifice is better served if he dies. I'd thought until now that it was Tequila on the boat at the end, but a closer viewing shows that it's Alan. Is it a dream or something else? I could go either way.)
I fell asleep, of course.
When I woke up, the TV was showing was the blue standby screen, and there was a bad smell coming from the kitchen.
I believe my thoughts were along lines of, "Oh shit, not again."
The hashbrowns were a carbonized mess, but there was no fire.