June 1, 2013
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Cleaned out remnants of the break
in as well as the whole house today,
scrubbed floors and tiles and washed
the grime off the hood of my car.
Then I switched on Spotify and sat
down to watch an episode from The
West Wing, in which Donna, at the
end, convinces the President to let
her place a phonecall from the Oval
Office to her fifth grade teacher in
Idaho who has just retired.
A flabbergasted Mrs. Morello asks if
Donna is alright upon receiving the
phonecall, and Donna, poor, poor
Donna, chokes up for a long time
before finally replying:
“I just wanted to tell you, Mrs. Morello,
that I am now in the Oval Office with
the President of the United States,
and this is all because of you.”
I burst into tears at Sorkin’s tact for
exhibiting man’s sense of gratefulness,
in the most endearing way possible.
The truth, though, is that I am just
really, really tired with everything.
