And so, my last day here in DC begins (though I won’t actually be leaving ’til tomorrow). It began pretty early, actually, as I couldn’t sleep, and finally gave up trying at about 4:00. Being sequestered in a dark room behind a computer all day yesterday, I didn’t get to catch any of the Goldman-Sachs fun (I’ll listen to the Olbermann and Maddow podcasts on my way home tomorrow; that’ll help kill some time). Of course it’s all a big joke on us. Just Theater for the peasants. I don’t expect much to come out of it (my guess is that financial reform will be about as reformative as health care reform; maybe they’ll mandate brokerage accounts for everybody). Still it’s always fun to see multimillionaires get scolded on teevee by rich old white people feigning outrage.

Speaking of fun, a couple of guys were outside the Founding Church of Scientology (next door to where my training is), taking pictures of the well-dressed walking mannequins coming and going, and hollering at them that it was OK to leave. One of them had a sign that said “Google Lisa McPherson,” so I did that when I got back to my room. Turns out she was a physically healthy 36 year old who went a little bit wacky one day, and got “cured” by the Scientology practice of Introspection Rundown, which left her bruised, dehydrated, bug-bitten, and dead.

Now there’s a pleasant thought to start out the day with, isn’t it?