Oh, man.

To recap: First, I experienced an odd bout of compassion for Anne Hathaway's (allegedly) criminal ex-lover, on the grounds that if I were waking up with a goddess in the morning, I might go to extreme lengths to keep her too.

Then it turned out he'd tested positive for opiates, so I lost some of that compassion.

And now...now I don't know how the heck I feel. It seems that Raffaello Follieri will be in jail through tomorrow or longer, if his attorney can't put the bail together. Which might be tricky as his bail has been set at $21 million.

According to press, Follieri has been spending his days in a seven-and-a-half by eight foot two man cell that includes a bunk bed, toilet, desk, sink, and a very small window.

Follieri suffered an attack of anxiety or sinus infection, or both, depending on which published account you read (or whether you think the sinus infection was trumped up to explain the opiates) after his bail hearing Tuesday.

Oh--why is his being in jail through tomorrow signifigant?

Because tomorrow is his birthday.

Remind me never to complain about mine again.