Dear Diary: A difficult day. Had to shake hands with, and high-five, hundreds of ordinary folks. Got through it with copious squirts from the trusty Purell dispenser that Reggie (miss that guy!) left in back of The Beast (note to self: ask the new body guy, Marvin, to get a jumbo dispenser for the campaign bus.) Must tell staff to invite that asskisser Matt Lauer to dinner to find out how how he copes with his horror of touching people, or being touched by them. Shot some hoops before dinner. Michelle grumpy, didn't want to talk. Hoping for a round of golf tomorrow after the early briefing. That Iranian nutjob is now seriously mobilizing warships to shut off the strait of Hormuz. Nothing I can't handle on the cellphone between holes. Brad and Angelina visited. They offered to adopt Uncle Onyanga and keep the bum out of sight. Nice people. All in all, a good day. Watched Storage Wars on A&E, went early to bed.
