Winona Ryder’s Courtroom Diary: Day… um, what day is it?
God, what day IS it? Let’s see, I’ve never been here before… day one? Well, I’m wearing my cream jacket today, so let’s call it Cream Jacket (no wait, I think they call it “coconut”. Or was it “au lait”? Must check in the bathroom later) Day. Okay, so here I am, on Cream Jacket Day. I got this FRANTIC call from my attorney, WAKING ME UP. Apparently the judge wanted me to be here at 8:30? A.M.? Is he for real? ANYway, I think I look damn good for someone who had only 10 hours sleep, managed to dab a little bumble and Bumble in my hair, I think I look VERY serious and mature in my jacket and blouse. Serious and mature, serious and mature, that’s all my lawyer ever seems to say to me. I GET IT, ALREADY! Does he think one gets nominated for MULTIPLE Academy Awards by being anything but? Honestly.
Trying to make the best of a bad situation by setting up something FUN for tonight. Sky Bar, maybe? Called Gwynnie during the break (they call it “recess”– isn’t that hilarious for someplace that’s supposed to be so mature and serious?). Her number’s been changed? Wondering what is UP with that, this is her private cell number that she’s had for YEARS.