Dear Diary: I am still feeling mildly euphoric after yesterday's excellent meeting with Hamid Karzai, bless his woolly hat. Or maybe the is just a euphoria is a flasback to my choom-wreathed days in Hawaii. I am having a 'fitness' test at the Tricare Center at the Pentagon today. Scary place, the Pentagon, full of military types who welcome me as warmly as they would a Taliban fighter carrying an AK47. Harry and Nancy are suggesting that, instead of going cap-in-hand to Congress to raise the debt ceiling, I should just seize the national checkbook, cut a trillion dollar check and damn the consequences.