The latest in your around the clock non-stop Paris coverage involves Paris refusing to eat or drink for three days for fear that she would be snapped while on the potty. We’ve seen her having sex, going to the bathroom, taking a bath, and flashing her nips and lady parts. Maybe she was influenced by all the religious studies she undertook in her PR campaign, because Paris of yore was never that modest.

Paris is doing better, though, and is said to be calmer now that she’s back on her medication in a supposedly better jail. It is still bright and loud in her cell but she is crying less, according to TMZ, and has actually eaten some cereal and bread.

She had two visitors on visiting day yesterday, her sister, Nicky and on and off boyfriend, Stavros Niarchos. She was only allowed to have two people come see her at a time. Her parents are said to be visiting on the next visitor’s day, Tuesday.

Paris has decided not to appeal her case and is bucking up for the rest of her stay, about two and a half more weeks. She will remain in the Twin Towers Correctional Facility. It sounds as if she has more phone time, but it is likely limited.

While some reports have Paris’ latest location as a little easier on the heiress, a story in the NY Daily News says that the psych ward in the jail where she’s staying is predictably full of crazies and is barely tolerable. The food is awful and inmates are forced to wear soiled, used panties. I bet they got Paris some new ones, though:

“When I was here, it was the worst of the worst,” said Donese Allen, 40, who said she stayed in the unit because she had seizures.

“You are in there with people who are crazy. When I was there, I was with a woman who thought she was Spider-Man, so she would take the toilet paper and spin it” into makeshift webs, Allen said.

Medical ward inmates wear special bright-yellow jumpsuits. The inmates on suicide watch are given special “suicide blankets” and “suicide gowns” that they can’t tear into strips and use to hang themselves.

Eddie Navas, 31, who served time for driving with a suspended license, went to the medical unit, which he called “the dungeon,” for treatment of torn ligaments.

“It’s the worst place you can be,” said Navas.

He said meals consist of “mystery meat” sandwiches; ground beef and potatoes on toast, popularly known as “s— on a shingle,” or macaroni and cheese with “erasers,” squares of processed meats.

Manny Lopez, who was a trusty in the medical ward, said inmates there don’t always get their pills when they are supposed to. Morning meds might not come till hours later.

Allen said inmates fight over the limited supplies of feminine hygiene products, and the underpants provided by the jail are used and often stained.

“I know Paris doesn’t wear underwear, but you have to,” Allen said. “Otherwise, they’ll say you’re trying to entice the other females.”

[From NY Daily News]

The article goes on to say that Paris is being courted for all sorts of job opportunities after prison.