My therapist insists my not sleeping through the night is nothing more than a bad habit I picked up many years ago, and that it will go away once I admit that mommy isn't bringing her little precious a bottle. My wife, however, has another theory.
Every year I visit Las Vegas and every year I find the same old thing. No one is willing to take a bet on who is right: Albert Einstein or Gene Roddenberry. It’s too early to call Roddenberry the winner, but a fairly new, and totally strange, behavior might put a dent in Einstein’s winning streak.