Dear Diary: I've had a busy day of campaigning, flying down to Orlando on Taxpayer One. It's a win for me, because my loyal subjects get a chance to meet my majestic self. Yet I remain at the center of a global communications center, ready to make a gutsy call any time Panetta comes up with a plan of action for me to follow. Ann Romney's horse appeared in the Olympics today, helping to make Mitt appear even more disconnected from the common herd. I told my WH team that -- with the way our approval rating has been declining--it's an awesome event, dudes. I like the word "dude," because it makes me sound like a man of the people to my subjects, even while they are simultaneously in awe of my massive intellect. Time for beddie-byes now and the reassuring touch of Boo-boo my blankey. Mitt's been invading my dreams again. Boo-boo will help keep me safe. Barry luv Boo-boo....... um-num-num-um..zzzzz...
