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?

Chili

Tonight was fun. And that chili was the best it's been in a long time -not so much cumin. Maybe a little oregano. But hey, I'm no expert.

Wonder what that important NSC meeting was about, and why he won't tell me.

I hate not knowing things.

Like, why hasn't Donald called? We had a good night, right? And I only talked a little about my job. I think.

And where does Josh get the whole gomer thing from?

Plus, the eternal question... how do people die from vending machines?!

I want a raise

Wow. We sure could use a little light relief at work.

(No wonder we cling to what crumbs of gossip we can gather up from under the cafeteria tables. I’d kill to know what Sam’s been up to...)

Know what else I could use? That raise. Why does he think I’m kidding around with that? I’m not sure I’m paid enough to be barked at all day about wanting a salad then not wanting a salad. (Which was a bit of a relief – I thought for one minute that perhaps he had suffered a blow to the head, or something.) Then wanting water right now. Then my supposed inability to spell. Of course I can spell. Like he’s infallible anyway.

Hrmph.

I shall from now on make damn sure he always has something to do.

Though I gotta say, I’m glad he had the time for Charlie. The big brother role suits Josh; However much I may rail against him sometimes (okay, every day), he’s a fundamentally good guy after all. There, I’ve said it, and now I never need to say it again. Also, his gut instincts are often not as way off as I like to imply. (Someone has to keep his ego in check. And since I’m already so far beyond the call of duty.... Which brings me back to my point about my raise.)

You know what, though? Josh is right about one thing (and only one): this feeling, the one Charlie talked about, it doesn’t go away. And that, in the end, is why I’ll stay, despite the pathetic salary – for all eight years, maybe longer, obnoxious boss or no.