...where am I to go now that I've gone too far?

Was up late, late again last night, thanks to my new Twilight Zone addiction. The Sci-fi Channel turns all Twilight all the time at one AM--way past my bedtime--and play back-to-back episodes until eight in the morning. However I never make it all the way to the end of the first episode. Without fail I conk out one or two minutes before the show reaches its conclusion, you can set your watch by it--one fifty seven AM aaaaaand...she's out!--wasting the just under an hour I've invested in the program and any chance I might have had for good nights sleep. It's infuriating. So last night hellbent on making it to the big reveal I came up with a brilliant solution; I rigged up a homemade version of the Clockwork Orange eyelid-clamping machine out of a chapstick and a hair tie. Okay, a bit drastic, but not only did I find out the origin of the crazy morse-code tapping noise coming from a submarine that had been sunk at the bottom of the ocean for twenty years, I didn't conk out until three minutes before the end of the episode that followed. A great stride. And proof of two things...all dreams can be made a reality with a tube Burt's Bees and a dash of Eh-muhr-icken ingenuity, and I'm patently insane.