I started this blog in 2010, when I became ill and couldn't sleep. The Insomniac Theater was a chance to dump some of the obsessive thoughts into the larger muck pond of the Internet. My daughter's cat, Olivia, would pad into my room as I set up my laptop and put on headphones. Tucked under my chin, she would watch the colors of on laptop screen while I explored all the movies I could get my hands on. We were a weird pair, me with my nearly useless limbs and this scrawny, angry black cat the only two creatures awake in the house. A perfect time for ghost stories.H.P. Mendoza's ghostly chiller I Am a Ghost would have been a perfect movie for those nights.
