Too much NFS:MW means spending the night in the living room. Not because the wife's pissed off, but because running from the cops can be quite fatiguing, especially when you've been at it for the better part of the day. Before midnight, I switched off Watson and staggered outside to watch a little TV for a break. Almost immediately, I shut myself off and, try as she might, June couldn't wake me to go to bed proper. I lay comatose on the carpet, unwashed and CLs still in my eyes. Thank God for off days.