I can't move (I might wake you).
I can't go pee (ditto).
Where's the damn remote? Oh holy shit- is it buried in the cushions? Cause' there's no freaking way I can sit through an American Idol rerun. Kelly who? Kelly WHO CARES, that's what (sorry my lovely A.I. fans).
Oh God, now you're snoring. And Mr. computer says he's running out of cordless juice.
But I'm not tired! (screeching whiny voice here)
I love you and all, but when you fall asleep on me I want to "accidentally" push you off the couch.