I should not be allowed by my tenders to rise so early and read the news. It makes me want to swallow Drano. I have just read that a vibrant, hardworking, ninety year old holocaust surviver, who lived through internment in Mauthausen, Ebensee and Auschwitz concentration camps, who five times had been slated for the gas chambers but each time used his fluency in German to talk his way out, was, just hours ago, found bound and strangled to death in his own appartment on New York City's Upper East Side, with random robbery as the most probable motive. And then I learned that an intell gathering expert now thinks that he may be able to fill in the missing 18 minutes in the Watergate tapes, by electronic study of the pressure indentations on the paper of a note pad used by H.R. Haldeman to take notes of the missing 18 minute conversation with Richard Nixon. And that dinosaur foot prints found on a Boy Scout Ranch in New Mexico can now be definitively proven to be prints of the ever elusive T-Rex, because the stone imprints, originally made in soft mud, show a "dew claw" appendage in addition to three toes. The article did not make clear whether the three toes in the print represented a full complement of expected pedal digits for a T-Rex or whether they just happenned to be the only three toes imprinted in this particular foot print.
Are these bits of excruciating knowledge the cause of, or the punishment for, chronic insomnia? Which do you think?