When my four-year relationship finally disintegrated, my sister came to see me
. I hadn't slept in days. She brought food and told me to go to bed, then sat quietly in my living room and read. I slept for hours. When I woke up, she was still there.
Over Xmas, I wasn't sleeping causa the work drama. But my brother came to visit. I remember laying down on the floor where he was working and passing out. It was the first poison-free sleep I had in two months.
I suppose you're all sick and tired hearing about Heath Ledger. I liked his films, but that's about it. He mighta been a prince or a scumbag, I dunno.
But I had myself a little freakout when I read about how he died. Cause he's the same type of insomniac as me; his mind was "always racing," he said and "pills failed to work."
That's me. Good god, it's wretched misery.
There's this line that goes, Everyone dies alone
. But that's just horses___. Most people don't die alone. But what a way to go if you do. Poor bastard.
Sorry, I'm still
sick and moody. On a happy note, it was Chinese New Year yesterday (xin nian quai le!
). I took the day off, saw the family and ate my weight in dumplings.
On an even happier note, it's the weekend.
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