So my afternoon. Felt crappy, so I put Much Ado About Nothing in the DVD player, and curled up under a blanket on the couch to watch. Next thing I know I'm waking up, everybody on screen is married, they're singing "Hey nonny, nonny," and there's all sorts of flashing lights right outside my living room window. Further (very groggy) investigation revealed a fire engine idling right in front of my house, along with a rescue truck and a police car, which were parked in front of the neighbor's house diagonally across the street. Then they all left, and I have no idea what the hell was going on, other than a vague suspicion that perhaps Kenneth Branagh found out I was sleeping during one of his movies and decided that just wouldn't do.