Amy Winehouse has been in St. Lucia roughly forever, producing an endless string of eyeball-searing topless pics and statements from clearly delusional observers that she’s “looking better.” Not so much, it seems. Amy has been starting off her day with some vaguely yogoid exercises, but it’s a routine she can’t sustain for more than about fifteen minutes. Staff at the LeSport Resort and Spa, where she’s undergoing this cleansing regimen, report that as the day wears on, the old Amy re-emerges: throwing things, swearing her head off, starting fights, and generally behaving like the trainwreck we’ve come to know and love. The staff has promised Amy’s management that they won’t serve her alcohol, but she’s too clever to let that stop her:

We keep catching her crawling past bars or hiding behind chairs. She grabs guests’ drinks and runs off like a squirrel with a nut.”

At this point, it would almost be disappointing if Amy were to pull out of this tailspin. Her final destination isn’t really in doubt, but she’s pursuing her own self-destruction with more energy and determination than she ever brought to her short-lived music career. She used to be some sort of singer, right?