Dreams and bleak

Last night I dreamt that aliasrob, annoyed that he couldn't join a roller derby team, set up an all male roller dancing team, complete with tuxedos and full musical number, with McDonalds sponsorship.

This morning I am suffering teasing for Arsenal's embarrassing 5-1 defeat at the hands of Tottenham (TOTTENHAM FFS), and am inexplicably affected by the news of Heath Ledger's Death.

I didn't know him, I'd never met him, it's not like his death ought to have affected me. But he was one of my favourite actors, he was the same age as me, and I'd followed his career from early on. I was really looking forward to seeing him tackle Joker, and sure he'd do an amazing job, and seeing him face up to another favourite actor, Christian Bale.

I actually had a cry about it earlier. How emo is that? But I do feel very, very sad for him, and his career that will never be, and the little girl he's left behind, and his family, and all the films he'll never make.

It is too easy to accidentally overdose on sleeping pills. When I had chronic insomnia, and hadn't really slept for weeks, I was prescribed some. They'd only give me 2 at a time, because they were horribly habit forming, and 3 could lead to overdose. Giving something like that to someone suicidal, as I was at the time, was not a good plan.

It doesn't look like it was intentional, it looks like a horrible accident, which just somehow makes it all so much worse.

And Don't even get me started on this.

I'm agnostic, generally. But you know what, IF there is a god, I find it VERY hard to believe that he:

1 - Hates *anyone* in that way (after all, if you ascribe to the traditional belief, he created everyone, homo and otherwise, right?)

2 - Is proud of people who preach hatred in his name.

Smiles

Can you tell the fake smile from real one?

I spy a few familiar faces in there ;)

I also got 20/20, which must mean I'm some sort of empathic GENIUS. Or that it was really easy.