Amy opened her door this morning nibbling on a piece of what looks like cheese toast or maybe lemon curd and did you notice? Gone is her beeutiful beehive. Instead, she’s rockin’ a curly ‘fro. She reminds me a bit of Ernie from Sesame Street, or Carla from the tv show Cheers.

Anyways…

She asked one of the paparazzi (who were all staked outside her house) if she could use their cell phone. Not sure why she did that, but then really, does anything she does make any sense? I think not.

After her quick call to whoever, she told the paps she was getting treatment for a rash on her stomach. Um… too much information.

Apparently she did not talk about her Blaaaaake. She hasn’t even gone to see him in rehab yet. Somehow though, I don’t think they allow family visits for the first little while so in all fairness, she may not be even allowed in… which is a good thing.