September 2nd – My receptionist, Sherri, informed me that Harrison called, asking to see me as soon as possible. XXNX I told Mr. I asked him how things were in Paris. September 8th – After three days of almost hourly requests from the pharmacy to refill Harrison’s pre***********ion, and at least 30 messages both to Sherri and my own cell phone (He must have gotten it from Sherri), I finally relented and called back the Pharmacy to allow the refill. He’s on his way to keep our appointment. Horsecock fucks us, how good Mr. Is he serious? I asked him how things were in Paris. We never used to really talk before, you know? He said they were now on the Rivera (Bastard!) and that things were great. We’re making movies, the three of us! Seemed slightly put-off that I was a woman. I gave him a new pre***********ion, only this time for 150 milligrams. Tall and statuesque, and just dumb enough not to argue too much. I gave him a new one for 250 milligrams instead.
