Monday, October 15, 2001 :::
 
Hello Lovelies, I just had the most wonderful lunch at the Carnegie Deli with Billie Hayes. You may not recall the name, but Billy and I became good friends after working together on Sid and Marty's Lidsville. Billie was once and will always been Weenie Geenie to me and my friends.
::: posted by Charles Nelson Reilly at 1:20 PM

God I am so depressed.  None of my friends call me anymore.  I haven't heard from Dom in years, Burt won't return my calls after I drove the Burt Reynold's Dinner Theatre in Jupiter, Florida into the ground.  I can't even seem to track down Nipsey Russell for a laugh anymore and I just found out that Doug Henning, that wonderful magician who would entertain us at Britt Ekland's house has passed away.

Where are my friends now that the party is over? Screw em.
::: posted by Charles Nelson Reilly at 1:21 PM

Tuesday, October 16, 2001 :::
 
I will not rest until I have the skull of Peter Sellers on my desk as a trophy. It's a private matter, but trust me, lovelies, he deserves to end up gracing my desk as a paperweight.
::: posted by Charles Nelson Reilly at 11:59 AM

Thursday, October 18, 2001 :::
 
Today is Pam Dawber's birthday! Join me in saying Nanoo Nanoo to my little cute friend who doesn't return my calls ever since I made an inappropriate comment about Conrad Janis at Jonathan Winter's house. Another year older and still not working, eh, Pammy-pooh?
::: posted by Charles Nelson Reilly at 5:39 PM

  I just took a valium and forgot I was drinking Scotch straight from the bottle. I feel dizzy.
::: posted by Charles Nelson Reilly at 8:13 PM

Friday, October 19, 2001 :::
 
Rip Taylor still owes me $20. I should hunt that little fucker down and kill him as a service to mankind.
::: posted by Charles Nelson Reilly at 5:37 PM