I have myself fallen in a bit of a financial well of late and was trying to convey that sense of "Uh, crap....now what do I do?"
When I was little and trying to delay the putting to bed process, I would try and finagle just one more story out of my dad. Having tired of my novel wakefulness for the day, dad would reply with "Once upon a time, there was a cat. And he fell down a well. The end. Goodnight."
I learned not to ask for an encore unless I wanted to hear tales of small furry creatures meeting untimely ends.