Sleep

There are some nights when I'm not nearly tired enough to get into bed and head off to sleep. I just end up staring at the ceiling.
I'm fighting the temptation to put on one of my Netflix movies, but doing that now would most likely only lead to a rather rotten Wednesday.
Over the weekend, I saw another German movie, called The Counterfeiters (my dad tells me the translation of the title wasn't right, but I got the idea). It's about, you guessed it, a counterfeiter, and it is set during WW2. He gets thrown into a concentration camp, and seeing as how the Nazis know of his brilliant ability to counterfeit foreign currency, they put him to work and set him up in a sequestered section of the camp, along with several others who can print and produce the currency. The moral dilemma lies in between personal survival by producing the foreign currency that cripples foreign economies and keeps the Nazi war effort going.
It was a brilliant movie, yet brutal. I didn't read many reviews going in, so I had no idea what to expect. It showed Nazi physical and emotional torture unflinchingly.
I completely forgot...it won the Best Foreign Movie Oscar this year for Austria.