Dear Diary: I'm here in Charlotte at last, the cameras began rolling as I trotted down the stairs from Taxpayer One in my trademark twinkle-toed style. Bill Clinton will be proposing my nomination tonight and I will be there in all my majesty, to drink in the adoration of the multitude. It's good to be their king. One sensitive matter has been brought to my attention. The rabbi who will deliver a blessing after Bill Clinton speaks is none other than the rabbi among whose congregation Monica ["I didn't have sex with that woman"] Lewinski grew up. Awkwaaard. Hopefully this will not be noticed among the rush of emotions.
Meantime, tomorrow will be my finest hour, as I accept the nomination. I'm so happy I could dance. I will retire to bed early tonight to ensure that I am in top form. Marv my trip director has laid out my travel blankey, Boo-boo-two, next to my good-luck blue jammies... Barry luv Boo-boo-two, um-num-num-um...zzzzz...
Meantime, tomorrow will be my finest hour, as I accept the nomination. I'm so happy I could dance. I will retire to bed early tonight to ensure that I am in top form. Marv my trip director has laid out my travel blankey, Boo-boo-two, next to my good-luck blue jammies... Barry luv Boo-boo-two, um-num-num-um...zzzzz...
