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Time is quickly running out for Paris Hilton, who has until June 5 to turn herself into authorities, relinquishing all the luxurious little conveniences from her vastly privileged life—the expensive handbags, the fine automobiles, the tree-dwelling marsupials—in exchange for a standard-issue orange jumper and anonymous prisoner number. Despite her best efforts to make the most of her last days of freedom (nothing really quite makes you feel alive like plunking down an AmEx Black card on a Dior boutique counter and announcing to the groveling sales staff, "I need you to sell me things. Now!"), the looming specter of a summer behind bars seems to have gotten the better of the typically upbeat socialite. From

"Paris hasn't been eating at all and her parents and friends are beyond worried about her," the source says. "She breaks down crying a lot because she just can't deal with the reality and the pressure of everything that is happening." [...]

But the fact is, "She's been having such a tough time with it all despite her going out with friends and going shopping," the source says. "She just does that to keep her mind off things and to try and stay as normal as possible right now."

"As for her friends, that's been another spot of stress for Paris," the source says. "She really can't take how most people around her have scattered and distanced themselves."

Locals at the Century Regional Detention Facility in Lynwood, meanwhile, are also dreading Hilton's arrival—particularly the one inmate reportedly hand-picked by prison officials to share a cell with the convicted heiress. Currently doing time for a similar crime (reckless driving), the prisoner was chosen because she supposedly wasn't the type to cash in on her new best friend's notoriety. Still, greed often wins out in the end, and lord knows there's gold to be had in any photo of an incarcerated Hilton, perhaps snapped with a camera cleverly baked into a cake inscribed, "Happy Birthday, Paris's Cellmate! Love, Your Friends at X-17," and garnished along the edges with flattened $100 bills and cigarettes.