Good morning sunshine

Or in this case, hello moon.

I hit the sack at 2am after spending a great evening with some of our best friends. That's officially the latest I've stayed up in probably 6 months. It's 6:16am as I type this, and I've been up for over half an hour after tossing and turning for a while in bed. At this point I'm used to waking up every 60-90 minutes to go to the washroom and going back to sleep (yay pregnancy!), but sometimes you just need to cut your losses and get up and do something.

In my case that something is making a latte and watching last night's episode of 48 Hours. The subject's Robert Durst, someone who's been getting a lot of attention lately. His story is so bizarre it's like rubbernecking a car wreck. I don't want to, but I can't help myself.

I watched HBO's The Jinx and have to say the thing I find most fascinating about it is the way he answers questions. He states his reply in a direct, non-editorialized manner even when his words have damning implications. He doesn't try to explain them. Just answers matter-of-factly then sits and waits for the next question.

I've heard a theory that he has Asperger's Syndrome and that's why his emotive response appears off. Maybe. But regardless, why would someone in his position seek out the production of that kind of show after expending great personal effort to fly under the radar for decades?

It just makes no sense to me.