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.
Music: oh, how I need Someone to watch over me