Walking Back into the Room

1990's verbose dialogue, in immaculately lit and well appointed sets, which attempt to pay homage to 1930s era cinema, drones on as I walk back into the den.  Only playing for noise, it's trying, in an inadvertent and passive way, to keep me company before I go to bed.  

I turn it off to find something a little more interactive.  Maybe a Youtube video?  

One now plays.  I'm still not paying attention.  

...

Okay, I started paying attention.  Sorry about that.  I'm back now, though.

...just in time to go.  I think I'll get something sweet to snack on.   Ciao.