Dear Diary: It's been chaotic around here. My shrink, Dr Rink, finally relented and gave me a low-dose course of an anti-psychotic medication and it has worked. The damned moose that was following me everywhere has vanished, to replaced by three blind mice. The effects of paranoia are very strange. I was doing nicely with my recovery until some freak decided to hurl firecrackers onto the North Lawn. I bravely lay down on the floor and covered my head with my hands until Valerie Jarrett came by and gave me permission to stand up. But enough about me.
