Sam notices that C.J. is lying on the sofa in her office with a face cloth draped over her eyes. It looks like the cloth is completely dry, so I have to wonder why she's doing that. A wet cloth can be soothing for a headache. A dry one is just going to block the light. And not as well as a wet one. Plus, if she wanted it to be dark, maybe she should turn off the lamp that's right over her head. Right, it's not wet because that would mess up her makeup. I'm just saying. Anyway, Sam steps in and suggests, "See a sleep doctor. Take a pill. Do something." C.J. says she rode the lifecycle for an hour and a half that morning, noting, "If it was a real cycle, I'd be in Belgium by now." Sam sits down and asks what it was that C.J. wanted to ask him before. C.J. says, "If I talked to you about it, you could be subpoenaed." Sam tells her not to worry about that, and C.J. finally sits up and insists, "I do worry about it!" She assures him that there's no problem, and asks what she can say about the conference. Sam tells her, "The sessions are productive. Progress is being made. These kinds of things take time. All the parties are optimistic." C.J. asks if any of the parties are optimistic. "No," Sam admits. Carol calls C.J. for the press briefing. After C.J. leaves, Sam looks up and asks Carol, "Did you say something to me?" Carol says she didn't. See, Sam's still defensive about the show. It kills me to have to say this about The West Wing, but I must: we get it.