Son of Kong 1, Temazepam 0

No matter how many painkillers or calmatives I take, I still find myself in front of the TV at ridiculous times of night.
I've found it's better not to fight it.

Besides, it's not like I have any important breakfast meetings to attend.

Anyway, here's a visual tour of the past couple of weeks – in Insomniascope:

P.S. Son of Kong (1933) was bad. Really bad. Almost so bad it was too bad to be good-bad.
You know what I mean.