I thought for sure I'd have the Warner Brothers open, having fallen asleep during the Bette Davis marathon last night on TCM. But nope.My brain was emoted into nothingness.
Every morning — or just about — I wake up with some snatchlet of music in my head. Some days it may take well past lunch for the theme from "What's Happenin'?'" to work its way out and I figure why should I suffer alone?