I mix it up, but off the top of my head:

Morning:

• Servants make civet coffee. I yell at them until they burn it and then I pour some on them.
• Feast on the carved remnants of gluttons
• Shoot up black tar heroin.
• Smoke
• Read the Economist
• Take a heroin and coffee shit on a random fascist (it's a lottery)

Afternoon:

• Torture the damned of my choice
• Spit on Thatcher
• Smoke
• Skin someone alive from bottom to top and then rend what's left like an old rotisserie chicken -- Favorites for this: Jerry Falwell or J Edgar Hoover (they both plead to a god who cannot hear them)
• 15 minute sync with one of the multiple deities I work with.
• Hot yoga

Evening:

• Drink Jäger and Fireball straight from the bottle.
• Force every American President to dance for me in one big chorus line. I pick them off one at a time with a ballista.
• I eat one of the survivors alive and make the rest watch.
• Smoke
• Review infernal contracts
• Listen to black metal, hang with Dio (he's an honored guest)
• Indulge my sweet tooth
• Chug a gallon of ladnum
• Sleep