So, there is this thing where I'm supposed to be working on this movie review for 'Buried Alive', 1939.
Alas, despite going to bed at 2am, I have slept maybe 10 minutes in total. This is life when you refuse to take your sleeping pill out of some misguided need to not take them 7 days a week. *sigh*
I just don't think I can watch, pause, describe, say anything intelligent at the moment. So another weekend slips by without a review done. When did this get so hard?