He wakes up. He does not remember how he got to work but there he is, sitting at his desk, his computer on, a coffee next to the mouse but with no memory of waking up, dressing, travelling. He must have done all of these things because he is awake, dressed and traveled. Jeff Bezos has bought The Washington Post with his own personal money. He must have need of a new hobby. All of the Washington media seem excited and terrified at the same time. There is a pointless semi-hatchet job of Luke Russert in The New Republic. He seems like an affable smile in a suit who will no doubt become the most important man in Washington DC. If that kind of thing matters to anyone. He has an ice-cream. He is getting fat. The Global Terror Threat Against the American People Continues. Everyone is skeptical except for the breathless reporters. They may be skeptical too but it is more exciting to focus on the drama. So they focus on the drama. Today was not bad. It was not bad at all. He puts some money into an indigogo campaign and feels good about himself. He goes to sleep.