A Bedtime Story.
Picture for yourself an empty apartment. It's Wednesday evening, our heroine walks in at 9:45pm after leaving for work at 8:15am. She showers, gets in comfy clothes, makes herself an ice water and goes to hang out on her couch. She turns on the television and goes to her DVR List and *GASP* there's nothing saved from Wednesday evening at all.
Girl curses out her DVR.
She turns off her television, turns on her music and plays on the computer instead. Some hours later, at 11:30pm, our dear, sweet girl realizes that Wednesdays were "So You Think You Can Dance" days and thus her DVR did exactly what it was told to do - nothing. She also realizes that, man, this must be what withdrawls feel like.
Irritability. Emotional Volitility. Halucinations. The usual suspects.
After accepting her fate of no more SYTYCD until Season 8, she goes on the search for YouTube clips of her favorite dances. She found gold...
It looks like the boyband got ghetto in Austrailia. I love Aussies. Oi! Oi! Oi!