It's 5 PM and I'm about to call it a day. I'm in Washington DC at the American Psychiatric Association's annual meeting. Yesterday, I picked up my media credentials, got the lay of the land, then went back to my hotel. I had circled in a breakfast symposium that I was planning on not waking up on time for, but no such luck. At 5 AM my eyes popped wide open, and, despite my best efforts refused to close.
Breakfast features extra-generous portions of grease, which explains the swimming pool...


