Insomniac Theater

Thank goodness there is a plethera of horrible television on at two in the morning when I can't sleep. I have become the authority on horrible-yet-can't-turn-away television.

Last night's gem was: Instinct to Kill. It was so bad that it was actually funny. And looking at Mark Dascasomethingorother wasn't too terribly painful. Although I've seen more acting from a tree stump.

Another three a.m. treat for me this week was One Hour Photo. Mork from Ork scaring the shit out of me, there's a new one.

And now I must go deal with a dead car battery. Joy!