Cornflakes

Went to the Whiskey A Go Go last night and bumped in to Matt Damon. He bummed a cigarette and then told me that Ben never returns his calls. I ditched Damon in the crowd, smoked a joint with some girl named, Bambi from Malibu...got bored and left, walked over to Denny's and had a cup of bad coffee. Got home around two in the morning, found Matthew Perry asleep in my bed, threw him out because he snores so bad ... fell asleep reading latest script from The Olsen Twin's agent (piece of crap is going to make a shit-load of money since I wrote in a nude scene).

Woke up around ten and found my housekeeper, Guadalupe, had called out sick so I was on my own for breakfast. Woke Matt up and told him he was due at his A.A. meeting. Poured a bowl of cornflakes and read the dailies. Called Paramount and told them I was faxing over the Olsen Twin's script with the revisions. Finished up cornflakes and took a call from Scott Baio who said he heard that "Disco Nation" was slated for a DVD release next month ... wanted to know if there was anything we could do to stop this. Told him that we should call Linda Blair, Kate Jackson and the rest of the cast to file some kind of class action to halt it. Made a conference call with Baio and my attorney, Saul Rabinowitz who would look into the matter.

Called Hank in NYC and then spent the rest of the day working on some revisions for the new Television Plot / Star Vehicle being planned for Queen Latifah...

I hate cornflakes.