Sleeping with the TV on appears to have helped, feeling a lot more normal this morning. Just read that an estimated one out of eight Iraq combat veterans have post-traumatic stress disorder, ain't it fun?

Peretz is perched on the couch, looking out the window. Now he's cleaning himself.

My pal Henry has worked himself into some fairly serious illness, also apparently has plans to name a child after me, made me cry, don't deserve it.