Am in my room at the Intercon looking out the window. There’s a terrace one floor below. Jaoquin Poenix and Mark Ruffalo – I can almost touch them. Like literally open the window and speak without raising my voice and he could hear me.

Should I ask him why he’s so bloated and tell him that he looks rough?

Truthfully though, even still, he’s still pretty f*&in’ sexy. Too bad my husband’s right beside me.

Hmmm…I think I will not bother him. He and Mark are roughhousing and pretending to waltz at the same time. Joaquin is wearing sunglasses. It’s overcast. I can smell his hangover from here.

I don’t have a camera… I suck.