i got home pretty drunk. i bought food on my way home so i can eat and not wake up too bad the next morning. and i get into my room i realize that the remote control for the tv is not in sight. so i look around for what seems to me like 5 minutes. i walk to my window, light a smoke and skim the room with my eyes. i turn the tv on and i cant go to sleep in complete silence. that ringing noise bugs the shit out of me. so i flip through a couple channels, and being drunk i didnt feel like standing pushing the button. so i landed on a sponge bob marathon. i sat and heard that for what seemed to me like 4 hours. i wake up this morning, and see the control on the cabinet next to my fucking bed.