sweet dreams

No one dresses up to watch TV anymore.

When you turn the television on at the La Quinta Inn & Suites in Sommerville, MA, until you change the channel the following soundbite, sandwiched between some awful piano music, plays on an infinite loop:

"For videos to suit your adult desires, press menu now. There's always something new."

Of course I fell asleep with the television on. For seven hours my subconscious was bombarded by an automated smut peddler promising something new.