The other night, I happened to be battling a severe bout of insomnia. This wasn't a simple matter of counting sheep for a couple hours and not falling asleep. No, this was a full-blown case of having said sheep turn around evilly, stampede through my brain, malevolently jump out of my head, scamper down my back, and then run frantically around my home. Oh, should I mention that I had a high temperature and was self-medicating with NyQuil and orange juice? Yes, I was sick, feverish, and wide-awake. That meant I was ripe for unintentional TV bingeing.