My thoughts continue go out to everyone whose lives were shattered by the events yesterday.

I say continue, because my mind hasn't let go of what has happened. The post-horror insomnia has set in. After a decade working in this business, you'd think I'd be calloused -- hell, you'd think I'd remember to knock back a sleeping pill -- but no. After spending a shift in front of the wire, reading every dispatch from Blacksburg, it was impossible to shut off my brain. I went to bed late and spent a twitchy night trying to fight my way to sleep. Didn't happen. I gave up at 5:30 and spent time checking out the mindless internet. It's not eight hours of prime napping, but it'll do.