Early morning horror.

I awoke to find my toilet paper supply at a dangerously low level. I flipped on the TV and started to get dressed. Oh look, Pet Semetary 2 is on. As if waking up to reality weren't scary enough, TV needs to cram the reanimated dead down my throat, first thing in the morning. I've got my hands full with the whole toilet paper situation as it is. What a way to start off the day.