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Mat refused his breakfast this morning. In my house, this is a sign of the apocalypse. His tongue was peeking out of his mouth, and he went inside his carrier to be alone. I called the vet and after we ruled out anything serious, she said he probably has a cold. She recommended vitamin C drops for babies.

When he saw the medicine dropper he dashed away very fast, so he wasn’t weak or anything. I am an expert at administering vitamin drops to cats, I had practice with Koosi. A few years ago she was a little skinny, so the vet prescribed children’s vitamins with iron to improve her appetite. What you do is, you grasp the scruff of the neck with one hand and with the other, put the dropper in the cat’s mouth and squeeze. Mat was cranky, but he took the vitamins.

By 4pm Mat still hadn’t eaten, so I was getting worried. Then it occurred to me to offer him canned cat food, which has a stronger smell than kibble. In case he couldn’t smell because of the cold. He ate the entire can of tuna cat food. So we’re all fine.

The vitamin C drops reminded me to get an update on Ely’s condition. Last I saw him, he said his cardiologist told him he had a vitamin C deficiency, so he takes 5,000mg everyday. I called his manager, Day, who said Ely had an angioplasty today. He had chest pains during the concert and was rushed to the hospital. Tests showed it was not a heart attack, it was exhaustion and emotional stress. Further tests showed that an artery had some blockage, so an angioplasty was done. (He had angioplasty on two arteries last year following the heart attack. Since then he’s changed his lifestyle, and when I saw him and Diane a month ago, he looked younger than he did when the Eheads’ first album came out.) Day says he’s up and eating well. But this makes a heavy gig schedule unlikely.

The Straight Dope: “A review of zombie movies tells us they have the following common characteristics: they’re generally slow, stupid, and unaffected by bodily damage, they don’t have working circulatory or respiratory tracts, they’re not fazed by heat or cold, they can’t drown, and their thought processes are degraded to the point that shock and awe don’t have an appreciable psychological effect. This leaves you with basically three options: immobilize them and leave them to rot, decapitate them or destroy their brains (they apparently do still have central nervous systems, demonstrating that even a modicum of intelligence can be a fatal flaw), or obliterate them entirely. . .”

“JULY 15. Once again I had to help Javier with the lovemaking scenes. The sequence requires him to grab Penélope Cruz, tear off her clothes and ravish her in the bedroom. Oscar winner that he is, the man still needs me to show him how to play passion. I grabbed Penélope and with one motion tore her clothes off. As fate would have it she had not yet changed into costume, so it was her own expensive dress I mutilated. Undaunted I flung her down before the fireplace and dove on top of her. Minx that she is, she rolled away a split second before I landed causing me to fracture certain key teeth on the tile floor. Fine day’s work, and I should be able to eat solids by August.”

Read Excerpts from the Spanish diary.