Bored out of my skull. Richard is away for the whole night, harrassing some obnoxious politician with 9/11-themed questions. I didn't go because A.) I abhor politics, politicians, and politicking and avoid these things like most people avoid man-eating animals or the Ebola virus, and B.) Richard will be accompanied by a smarmy little shit who begins every sentence addressed to me with "See, here's where you're wrong..." Richard didn't leave any money with me, either, so I can't go to a cafe or take in The Orphanage or anything. My entertainment options are pretty much limited to the library and crappy Monday-night TV. Whheeee.
This cheers me up a little: The only thing worse than Robert Palmer's store-mannequin backup "musicians".