Watched second daughter on “Entertainment Tonight” tonight. (Note to self: ask secretary to remind me what second daughter’s name is.) Was sufficiently respectful and toadying, but a little too fond of the spotlight. Must talk to her about this. Was SHOCKED to see Billy Dee interviewed and finding out that it was the first he had heard of my incapacitation! What, is he too busy dusting off his action figure likenesses and filming malt liquor commercials? (Note to self: tell secretary to remove BDW from Christmas Card list.)
All in all, I think publicist is handling this well. With all luck, this will result in at least 25% boost in sales for upcoming concert tour.
Mary Wilson called (no doubt to gloat) just now. I told them to tell her I was much too fragile to talk on the phone. Bitch never did know when to leave well enough alone.
Dinner is over. The food here is terrible. And such small portions. Should do wonders for my pre-tour diet.
New nurse this afternoon. Fucking idiot! Told me she LUUUVED “Do You Know the Way to San Jose”. I politely explained to her that I was NOT her psychic friend and was not in the habit of getting busted for drugs at the airport.
(Honestly, what was Dionne thinking? Carrying her own reefer? Isn’t that what one’s secretaries are for?)
The kitchen ran OUT of Evian today, and expected me to make do with Perrier. The very idea! They won’t let me use the phone, so I asked one of the orderlies out to get me a case of Evian and a pack of Gitanes. He asked to be paid, but he wouldn’t take a check. Honestly, you’d think these people would have a little more faith in others.
Apparently I am the only celebrity in this wing, which is good. This morning there was a group session with four producers, two screenwriters, and Jean-Claude Van Damme’s former personal assistant. Knowing how important it is to keep busy at times like these, I asked the personal assistant to fetch me some Evian from the dining room. You should have SEEN the look she gave me. Such rudeness. I was only trying to help.
The day nurse is a big fan, and has been such a lamb. This morning she took my toast back twice until the idiots in the kitchen got it the shade and crunchiness I prefer. I obliged her with a quick chorus of “Upside Down” and she was so thrilled she slipped me an extra Valium. There’s always been such a wonderful give and take between me and my fans.
All this counseling and dry toast is really such a bore, I can’t wait until Visiting Day.
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