20 Hours in LA

David Hasselhoff!

And, Matt Perry!!

I met Matt Perry!! Who knew politics would be so glamorous?

And so nice to look at?

(He wouldn't tell me if Ross and Rachel get together in the end, though. No fun. I mean, come on guys, all that unresolved sexual tension is all very well - but we viewers can get frustrated you know!)

You want to know the really annoying thing, though? Maybe it was the champagne. It was almost definitely the champagne. And the sleep deprivation.

But Matt Perry kind of kept reminding me of Josh.

Seriously, if you squint, and you turn your head sideways. Try it.

I wonder if Joey Lucas has noticed that. Probably not, or she'd respond better to the rose gathering...

Feeling guilty that I made him go see her. I hope he's okay.

The secret plan...

... Okay, but I'm not so cured that part of me didn't want to hug him very hard (now he's had a shower and a shave), give him (decaf) coffee and lock myself in his office till midnight helping him to come up with a secret plan to fight inflation.

Much as he's unbearable when he's winning, I hate it when he messes up. Because I know what it does to him inside. And I can't protect him from that. I wish I could.

Pathetic, Donna Moss. What you need is a little misdirection. And a grip. Where might one purchase one of those?

Take this Sabbath Day... if only.

Well, that's me cured.

Golf? Seriously?

I wasn't going to do it.

I mean, seriously, trekking around a golf course lugging his stuff?

What did his last slave die of?

(Clearly, it could be a number of things: sleep deprivation. Overwork. Repetitive strain injury.)

But he looked so sad and so weighed down by anxiety after that deposition...

Of course I'll do it. It's the least I could do.

Maybe his last slave died of caring too much.

In excelsis deo

Wow.

I don't know how I didn't cry. Right there in my bullpen. Right there, hugging him. Hugging him till I had to let go because, well, it was work, but I could have held him forever.

He’s a great hugger. You can't take that for granted; it's not true of just everyone. But he puts his whole soul into his hugs,the way he does with everything else in life. And I could have sworn he did that smelling my hair thing. Which generally speaking can only mean...

Now my cheeks are aching from all the smiling.

You are, quite simply, indispensable. Essential to my well-being.
And I’m not just talking about the job.

I keep reading it. Over and over. Those are my favorite lines.

I’m indispensable to him. I make him who he is. We make a great team.

You know what? It’s Christmas. Just for once I will let myself go there. Just for once I will think happy, ridiculous, way-ahead-of-myself thoughts and allow myself to dream. Work can wait. Reality in in its coldness and harshness can wait.

I’m so happy. Did I mention that?

I love Christmas. Who needs skis anyway?

The importance of being cautious

Yeah, yeah. He da man, and all that. It's all ended fine.

But, let's face it, it could easily not have. I wish he'd exercise cautious optimism. It would just save a lot of us a lot of excessive blood pressure.

Ceilings not falling down would also do that, I guess.

Inches from his head, though. I mean, come on. How is it possible that someone so intelligent and so very definitely heterosexual could be such a drama queen?

And I should, apparently, take the metaphorical bullet for him?

Ha. Some nerve.

You know what, though? I think given the chance, I might.

But maybe I'm just feeling soft because he "could be dead". Or, something.

Antiquated?

I love it when he feels he does a good job on something. I love his proud little boy smile when he comes out of the Oval Office after the President has said well done.

I love it when with his eyes and a little tilting of his head he can say "told you so" to Mandy. I even love his smirk in those moments.

I love it, despite those sometimes inevitable and always unbearable kegs of glory, when he wins.

I love it even more when I'm part of it somehow, in some incomprehensible, fathomable-only-to-Josh way.

I love it when we win together.

The State Dinner

Oops. It's been one of those days.

Still, I hope he does keep in mind all the things that I do right. Tying his tie for instance. I'm pretty sure no one does that as well as I do.

Wonder what he'd do without me?

Yo Yo Ma seems like he rocks. I'd like to hear him someday. I'd also like to actually get to go to some of these dinners. These dinners with men in beautiful tuxes...