It's Friday night. Joey Lauren Adams is having a very loud party across the street from me as I write. And it was announced in the trades this morning that The $treet has been cancelled. You cannot fucking handle my rock star life, can you? (Actually, I swear, I have a bunch of parties to go to tomorrow night. I'm not a total loser. Just tonight I am.)

Previously on The $treet: Giancarlo strangely told Alex and TES that Balmont-Stevens is "not a dating service" and that they'll have to work together. For that matter, it's not much of an investment bank, either. Alex and TES had "jealousy sex," and then TES screeched, "There are bigger issues here." Yeah, like what you're going to do for employment next week. (Ah fuck, what am I going to do for employment next week? ['There's always The Lone Gunmen. Heh heh heh." -- Wing Chun]) Jennie Garth asked brother Timmy-Fell-Down-A-Well for an advance on her trust. The Rocke-who hit Rickman after he talked about how her getting left behind when her married lover at her last firm took his family to London. She never wears underwear, she revealed.

Morning. Shower. Guitar of Auctioning Off The Wardrobe and Set Pieces Any Day Now. The Rocke-who cleans her face when the phone rings. She answers in a towel. It's her mother, which she somehow knows before picking up. Crazy broken-up shots of the conversation. She tells her mom that yes, she's with someone, in fact she has two men in her bed and one in her closest. She hangs up. Joey Lauren Adams has terrible taste in music, by the way.

TV show taping. Goldberg is on a financial show as the opening bell rings somewhere, talking about stocks. They talk about market trends and Blue Chips and blah blah blah call-your-agent-nowcakes. The producer's over-enthusiastic actress girlfriend makes the most of her small role by displaying her "pizzazz"; she asks Goldberg about "media giant" Janson-Field. Goldberg explains that though he issued a "strong buy" earlier on the stock, he's now downgrading it to a "hold." Meanwhile, Fox is downgrading the show to a "cancel."

Street. A well-tailored black dude walks with his posse, talking into his cell phone about Goldberg downgrading the stock. "I got something he can 'hold' right here. If he's dissing Janson, he's dissing me." He yells something that sounds like, "Who is this goon-talking Mitchell cat, anyway?" but if they don't care enough to mic him properly, I don't care enough to make sure what he said.