When
one listens to Lindsey Stirling on repeat for so long that
one's dreams are haunted by intense electric violin/Dubstep background
music, resulting in one's sleep being constantly interrupted.
You: I'm so tired, brosephs. This has to stizzop.
Your Coworkers: What's going on,
dawg?
You: I totally got Stirlinged again last night - woke up at least
thrice.
Your Coworkers: Dayum... you really gotta stop listening to
Lindsey on repeat at work, home slice.