See, I've been sick for the past week. That means no smoking, no drinking, no fun for the past week.

Last night, I felt pretty good. I felt good enough to drink...and drink...and drink - til about 3:30 in the morning.

I'd forgotten that I had a 6am call time.

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The cell phone rang at 6:30am - it was my associate producer,

"Hey - where are you?"

I'm still in bed and quite possibly still drunk,

"Um...yeah, I thought you were coming to pick me up?"

"Oh? Ok. I'm on my way."

Never underestimate the power of using the jedi mind trick on an underling.

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Our assignment this morning is to follow traffic court judges around, to see how they drive. Becuase it'd be a great cheesy news story if the people who gives out tix for speeding speed themselves.

I'm a genius. Aren't I.

Well, this morning I felt more like Falstaff. Sitting there, hung over, 7 in the morning, outside of a judge's house. Waiting.

The judge must have been hung over too - because the guy didn't leave his house until 10am. Mind you court should have started at 9am. AND he was driving like an 80 year old grandma on her way to bingo. This guy's an hour late for his OWN court and he's not even driving 5 miles over the speed limit. Oh - and he's driving a brand new Mercedes.

Who's the genius now?

I'll give you one guess who's not.

Good guess.