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2001-12-13 - 9:40 a.m.

Bartlet for America

So, how much did I want to hug Leo at the end of last night's ep? Dear god, Jed, give the man a hug!

Though I think Leo would have belted him if he tried. *g*

Loved Josh quoting the "Man falls into a hole" speech back at Leo. Such a nice reference back to Noel.

And Cliff! Cliff the slimy Republican lawyer is actually a nice guy. I felt so vindicated for Donna, even if she totally made a bad decision. At least he wasn't a scumbag. Though, of course, after what Josh did to save her, I thought Cliff was okay. Because he didn't *have* to agree to the secret diary exchange.

I really, really wanna know what's in the diary. A record of Josh's PTSD? 'Cause that's a problem, though Cliff would probably not use it, as it's not relevant to the case against the President.

How much do you think Arney was having a cow last night, with all the MS references? Every time they say, "I was diagnosed with a course of relapsing, remitting MS" I flash back to NEO Jeopardy. *g*

I don't miss NEO, but I miss the playdoh and the etch-a-sketch keychains.

Speaking of which, Leslie hasn't called me back. I thought we might go see Ocean's 11 tonight, but I guess not.

I did invite her to the drunkfest, which is next friday, at the bait shack. Especially since she lives in the neighborhood. And we're supposed to go see Kate & Leopold [*swoon* Hugh in period dress... on a horse] that night, so I can drag her in for a shot of Wild Turkey.

Lee said she may show up, especially since she also is in the nabe now, but I'll believe *that* when I see it.

12/21 is also the night of the work Christmas, excuse me, HOliday party *g* so I may just stick around the city instead of heading home and coming back. I mean, if I stay at the party, then go to the movies with Leslie, then it's time to hit Brother Jimmy's.

If we're doing the hotel room thing, I"ll have to pack a bag anyway... I wonder if I could check in early and leave my stuff... hmm...

So I'll have to schlep the gifts in if I do that, but I've managed it before.

I'll have to think on it.

On a totally unrelated note, I've got bronchitis. Ooh, big surprise.

If you know me at all, you know I'm convinced I'm destined to die of either TB or by getting hit by a car, so these repeated bouts of bronchitis just feel like preparation for the big show at the end.

Yeah, call me Camille. *g*

Anyhow, these chronic bouts of bronchitis began in Feb. '97 - I remember because I had trouble with the insurance paying for the antibiotics and I called Carmel up in a panic, wondering if I'd been fired and no one had told me yet because the insurance company told me I was no longer covered.

Insurance companies are the BIG EVIL in today's world. I know. I kinda work for one. Sorta.

Anyhow, every winter since then I've spent at least half the time sick with bronchitis... and I don't even smoke, dammit.

I blame 23 years of inhaling second hand smoke at home. My mother disputes this, blaming it on my spending way too much time in smoky bars, drinking bad things.

Yeah, sure, except I've had the 2-pack-a-day smoker's cough since I was *8*!

Ah, that's a fruitless task, arguing this with my mother. No fruit for Victoria.

After last fall's lung cancer scare (and you KNOW she felt guilty - I mean, bringing me soup? Doing my laundry?) you'd think she'd quit smoking, but no!

I mean, sure, it was *my* lung cancer scare, not hers, but still...

I guess, to bring this around full-circle, Leo's right. Those of us not addicted don't understand. We're wired differently. She *needs* those cigarettes the way Leo *needed* that scotch.

Me? All I need is a chance to mouth off and my stereo.

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