How Did Likely Emmy Nominee Jon Hamm REALLY Spend The Hours Before The Nominations Were Announced?

Because so many of the Emmy nominees live in the Pacific time zone, where it was only around 5:40 AM at the time the nominees were announced today, when uninventive entertainment journalists inevitably ask them where they were when they heard they were nominated, many of them will say they were asleep, and for some of them, that will even be the truth.

Mad Men's Jon Hamm, however, is cool enough not to bother coming up with a story that makes him seem cooler, not to mention probably confident enough in the likelihood of a sixth consecutive nomination for his role as Don Draper not to stress too much about being in front of TV to see if Kate Mara or Aaron Paul read his name.

So how did Jon Hamm spend the hours leading up to the announcement? It probably went something like this.

That's a wrap on hosting the ESPY awards!

Arrive at ESPY after-party.

Get handed first vodka tonic by Jason Sudeikis.

Still drinking at ESPY after-party.

Still drinking at ESPY after-party.

Hit the after-after-party at Ben Affleck's house.

An icy Jennifer Garner kicks everyone out.

Have just a couple more drinks at the bar at Chateau Marmont.

Last call.

Visit men's room; glance at mirror; get lost in own eyes.

Notice that Emmy announcement is only three hours away; decide to stay up.

Cool breeze in back through town car window leads to second wind.

Arrive home; put coffee on.

Pull up an old Law & Order on Netflix.

Is this-- no, it can't possibly be one you've never watched before, can it?

Whoa, Laura Linney! She's practically a fetus! No memory of this one at all.

Well, that was a bit racist.

NYT crossword puzzle.

Too easy.

Another trip to the facilities. Sober or drunk, that's one handsome motherfucker.

Read Feedly; throw a few links up on secret pseudonymous Twitter account.

Text Timothy Olyphant: "Good luck, man." No answer. Yeah right.

Text Amy Poehler: "Choke."

Receive text from Amy Poehler: photo of her hand flipping the bird.

Text Adam Scott: "Maybe this time?"

Receive text from Adam Scott: "o_o"

Girlfriend comes into the living room, barely awake. Offer to make new coffee. She declines.

Put on the new episode of WTF while flipping through nearby GQ.

Notice that girlfriend has fallen back to sleep.

Text from Paul Rudd: "Choke." Text him back: ":("

Switch from Netflix to CNN. Cable's out.

Send enraged anti-Time Warner tweet from secret pseudonymous Twitter account. Go to bed.