Happiness is my default position

Dear West Wing,

Thank you for being my show. I will never, ever believe that you weren't written solely for me. Even in the post-Sorkin years, you were still better than anything else on TV.

So, that's it. No more West Wing. No more Josh.

If it weren't for The West Wing I wouldn't have the following phrases, all of which form a regular part of my vocabulary:

- I don’t understand, did you trip over something?
- Explain using small words and visual aids.
- You want to tempt the whatever from high atop the thing?
- I drink from the keg of glory, bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land.
- Somewhere in this room is our talent.
- What the hell made you think I wouldn’t shout where there are people?
- Boy, that happened fast.

If it weren't for The West Wing I wouldn’t be able to divide the world into West Wing people and non West Wing people.

If it weren't for The West Wing my dearly departed cats, Leo and Bartlet, would not have had names.

If it weren't for The West Wing I wouldn’t have spent eight months of agony waiting for 'In the Shadow of Two Gunmen'.

If it weren't for The West Wing I wouldn’t have my epitaph: "Do you want to listen, or do you want to mock people?" "I want to mock people"

If it weren't for The West Wing I never would have googled Josh Lyman, never would have stumbled across The Fringedwellers' Guide and never would have exchanged tentative e-mails with indian_skimmer. The rest, as they say, is history.