The TV channels changed under the absentminded command of his thumb. It was mostly infomercials he had already seen the previous night.
There was an empty six pack of 312 on the coffee table. That wasn’t helping either. It just made him stumble to the bathroom every few minutes. He picked up the last bottle of beer and shook it, determining there was none left.
The beer had actually made him warmer and that had made things worse. He was too hot to sleep now, despite the valiant efforts of his fan. So he sat there in his own sweat.