Diana Ross: Day Three
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.