Testing the Theory...

For those of you in doubt that JC doesn't love me... let me paint you a picture.

I woke up at 5 am today, too anxious to sleep because of the event. In the office by 7:15, at the Capitol by 8. Minor problem - Capitol Security won't let us in until 8:30.

Event goes great, second meeting, awesome... day ends 6:38... late for decorating Terrence Trent T'Ree with Former Roomie... hour 11 of billable work, hour 13 of being wide awake.

Come home... find Terrence Trent T'Ree flat on floor... poor thing might as well have a chalk outline... which you could equate to the flooding lining my carpeting. Time: 7 pm...

8 pm... TTT stands on his own. Copious amounts of needles and branches coat the floor as vacuuming and drying the carpet with a hair dryer and towels commence.

9 pm - drunk dial the 'rents to tell them that when they arrive this weekend we're having a fun ol' family christmas and decorating my fallen f'in tree. Reiterate the fact that we're going to have more fun then when Bing Crosby danced with Danny F*ckin K. Have parents asked "are you sloshed?"

G hangs up.

(end scene)