Tuesday,
January 22, 2008

Oh, hell

Actor Heath Ledger dies at 28

This is just wrong. The guy had a three-year-old daughter and a smokin' hot career -- I have no idea how they could tell but I'm really, really hoping that the OD was an accident (mistakes happen more often than you think with OTC sleeping pills) rather than a suicide. Apparently he'd spent a month preparing for his role as the Joker in the new Batman movie by living in a hotel room by himself and studying Sid Vicious and Alex from A Clockwork Orange, and developed insomnia as a result. If he'd taken too many pills, or took some, woke up groggy and took more...yeah, it could have happened that way. I just hate to think that he was in so much pain, this seemed like the only way out.

And yes, you can have fame, money, a successful career and a beautiful daughter and still be in a lot of pain. Clinical depression isn't something that you can talk yourself out of -- it's a neurochemical imbalance, not slackerhood.

Poor kid. He wasn't even 30. My heart goes out to Matilda Rose and his family.

In happier news

I'm heading to the eye doc next week, tra la. As it's been two years since my last visit (at which point I found out that my prescription was actually improving), and I've gotten to the point where I have to take the glasses off to read, eat, knit, bead and generally do anything within 18 inches of my baby browns, I called my opthalmologist's office and made an appointment for next Monday. I was hoping to hold off until I got a new contract and vision insurance, but the constant eyestrain is just sending me right around the fricking bend -- I need new glasses, and I need them now.

As for frame style, I'm going to get the closest thing I can to my current glasses -- frameless, quasi-rectangular, and with magentized sunglasses if available. Those are still popular, right?

Speaking of changes

Remember that lifestyle modification thing I started trying last week? Well, I'm officially on day 9, and with the addition of a humidifier at night it does seem to be having a positive effect on my sleep cycle -- I'm sleeping better, more deeply and with complete REM sleep, now, which is a huge improvement on a couple of weeks ago.

I'm still waking up, of course, but that's more due to the fact that it's cold here and the Cat of Thin Fur and Little Brain keeps jumping on the bed in an attempt to snuggle up with me. Which would work just fine if he'd do what JJ does and settle down for a snooze (or, better yet, do what JJ does and pick the unoccupied spot at the foot of the bed where no feet are resting).

But no, that would be far too pedestrian for Jordan. He likes to wiggle around, check out various parts of the bed, groom himself, lick/nip my ankles because he enjoys the "YIP!" sound I make, then settle himself right where my calves should be. And since I'm a woman and have the genetic programming thingie that wakes me up whenever I feel a small body touching mine...well, you see the problem. I'm seriously thinking of getting him a heated cat bed if it would persuade him to leave me alone at oh dark thirty in the morning.

Then again, a heated cat bed wouldn't make "YIP!" noises. *sigh* I'm screwed.

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