There's something beautiful about the simplicity of Melissa Stephens and Drew Tarver's "Get Up." It's like a Robert Frost poem, as reinterpreted by a hungover Bukowski, and dictated to a Siri who has been dropped in the toilet a few times. My goodness am I ever good at describing things.

Each episode takes place in bed after a late night, and Melissa and Drew's sleepy interactions perfectly sum up that universal feeling of being willing to do just about goddamn anything for a few extra minutes of sleep. I, for example, would murder Father Time himself.

Bonus? Melissa and Drew are totally dreamy with their Southern lilts and grumpy attitudes.

Liana Maeby grew up in Los Angeles and it has made her just as terrible as you'd expect. A graduate of USC's film school, she previously worked as an editor for, and has written for publications like Interview and The Village Voice. Her first book, a satirical work entitled "Earl Can Hurl (You Can Hurl Too)" written when she was eight, remains unpublished.