Yuck.

I drove to a friend's house (there now) and she has TCM on. The movie is "Little Dorritt", an adaptation of a Dickens novel of the same title.

I'd rather be forced to watch more episodes of Krod Mandoon. I'd almost rather insert a knitting needle in one ear and then rap on the end with a hammer until it came out the other ear.

I hate adaptations of Dickens novels.