We're pretty much resigned to starting every day for the next two weeks with a Lohan-Behind-Bars post. Think of it as the practice frame. Today, day two of our long national nightmare: Lohan is passing the time in one of her favorite states, unconsciousness. So say sources, anyway:
But what brand of cereal? Did it have frosting? Clumps of nuts? Plump, juicy raisins? Was it part of this complete breakfast? Did the egg come with salt and pepper? We're going to have a nagging sense of incompleteness the rest of day 2 unless someone extracts more information out of the sources. Unless the source is really risking something here. Picture the source at a pay phone down the street, hissing into the receiver: "She had a hard-boiled egg. That's all I can say. I think they're on to me. I don't know when I'll call you next."
