Barack Obama's Diary: Yay for me!

Dear Diary: Yay! My snit is over. Today is a day fit for the king that I should be.  After a flight to New York aboard Taxpayer One, I taped my scheduled interview with David Letterman. Just the  usual softball questions I get from limousine liberals like Dave and Jay. Then onward to the really important stuff: a fundraiser at a venue fit for my majesty: the art-deco magnificence of the Waldorf Astoria. The organizers know that I now have a Clint Eastwood-induced phobia about empty chairs and  made sure there weren't any that weren't any in the ballroom. The rapturous reception from my subjects quickly erased any of the painful emotions that remained after nobody, not even Chuck Todd, noticed my deliberate seclusion last weekend.