Dear Diary: A day to treasure. It's been all about ME, ME, ME, to quote Mick Jagger. We had around 30,000 kids and parents for the traditional Easter egg roll on the South Lawn. Basketball stars played with basketballs emblazoned with splendid images of ME against a backdrop of the Stars and Stripes. When I saw that most cameras were aimed at the players, I dropped down and did some push ups to make sure the cameras were turned back to ME. Then a group of kids were gathered to hear ME read Maurice Sendak to them. Then came the egg roll with ME and some kids pushing eggs with wooden spoons. I had a plan in place should one of the kids be tactless enough to draw ahead of ME. I instructed a Secret Service agent to approach the kid and say, "nice egg you got there kid, sad if something were to happen to it." Meanwhile, Eric Holder has been sulking all day because a white guy managed to obtain Holder's ballot without an ID. Awkwa-a-a-rd. Poor dude. But I am in high spirits as I close MY laptop, while saying a grateful prayer to MYSELF for MY genius. And so to bed, to cuddle MY blankey, Boo-boo, and dream about the marvelous feats of the incomparable ME.
