The Stars Bring New Meaning to the Word "Exhaustion"

Dish has been involved in movie shoots, TV tapings, amateur iPad2 filming and such. I know how exhausting it is to be in show biz. I would crumble under the pressure. Poor Ivy on Smash is wilting, Demi is shrinking, and now The Situation is "exhausted" and seeking treatment for Rx issues. Let's say a prayer for those who have the hardest jobs on Earth, that is if you ignore farmers and laborers in Third World countries.

I am bound to be exhausted if I continue my "Mariska Watch" which will end at 8:05 am when I have to leave for my day job. Most every woman I know is deeply in love with Mariska--or at least obsessed with her--and I am no different. I saw her brilliant self once, but that's never enough. The inexhaustible cast is scheduled to film L&O: SVU on my street and I cannot wait to hear the dung-dung in the middle of the night.

Okay, so I have to reveal major heartbreak. A few weeks ago, during some super Tuesday, TG and I were watching CNN, starring Anderson and John King with his light-up board. They Skyped in Dana Bash, and I sensed a funky vibe across the airwaves. "John and Dana are married in real life," I said to TG, who acknowledged that he did enjoy John and his board. Today, I read on Page Six (their editors must be exhausted!) that they've been separated. What? How? Why? I don't like this.

In happier news, Reese Witherspoon is allegedly pregnacious for the third time. She just can't keep it in her pants.

We Duranies Will Still Be Here When Duran Duran Is Ready To Tour!

I'm a little blue with TG out of town and me not supposed to gorge on those chocolate covered graham crackers from Starbucks. At the supermarket, I wandered past the cupcakes and thought, I'll grab a quick one. Not this time, Dish. More somber thoughts ensued...until the supermarket radio announcer said, "Duran Duran has canceled their summer tour because of lead singer Simon Le Bon's ongoing vocal problems..." Dammit, it was the Universe telling me other people--Simon--are suffering way more. Their album just came out. International dates were set. How frustrating for them and FOR THE WORLD that they can't tour. Dish can refuse the brownie with ice cream, hot fudge and almond slivers. I'll eat heinous celery in solidarity. Or maybe fried chicken.

Something else important happened today. Atlantis went up in space. I don't understand why it's The Final Journey. Is there new space technology that doesn't require a rocket?

I treadmilled a little longer to witness the landing of Will and Kate in California. The plane approached, stopped, blocks put under wheels, steps came down...and then that Damn John King interrupted with a real news show.

Last item: Rebecca Gayheart--PREGS! Last I saw her, she was on Vanished with Gale Harold (whose birthday is Sunday). Today, eat some heinous celery to honor Anjelica Huston's day of birth!