I just took a stroll to the local cafe to get away from the infernal ringing of my infernal telephone. When one has a nasty sinus headache, one wishes to be left in peace. At said shop I was complimented, for about the 100th time, on my performance in Vanya on 42nd Street. I love my fans. They’re incredibly sweet. Too bad I wasn’t in Vanya on 42nd Street. Oh well. It’s a nice change of pace from being berated for the incredible suckiness of The Truth About Cats and Dogs, another movie I’m not in.