Mixed

Heath Ledger died. I'm not taking this very well. Mostly because I really liked him as an actor, and it doesn't feel real. Not that he was John Lennon or anything, just someone that I'd gotten used to occasionally coming out with a good movie. Because he was one of the not sellouts who chose rolls because he thought they were good. Unlike Nick Cage, who shoots everything he can touch. But I digress.

I heard about this the same day that I heard about Ben (because that was apparently his name). Last name omitted. Because that doesn't really matter. Not to me. He was a person that I didn't know. He's gone. I still don't know the details, but I'd like to remind people that this is a wake up call. Just another one of those moments that just because you feel safe somewhere, becareful. I don't know if this was a case of malisiousness or drunked stupidity. Either way, it's a wake up call.

On a much less sober subject, which I almost don't want to say, because I don't want to make light of death, but these are my thoughts, and if you know me at all, you know how they jump around normally, so, I didn't go walking yesterday. My hip is fine, finally, but my excursion on Monday left me with a huge blister on the ball of my right foot, and while it doesn't HURT, it still is making itself very well known to me by letting me know it exists regularly. And I decided not to push it and try to walk yesterday, so I just did leg excersises for about half an hour followed by vigorus stretching. And then I remembered that I won't be able to go for my walks this weekend because Veronica is coming. Happy for company, sad for my walking. I don't think she can keep up with the pace I set for me to actually get the workout. So I'll just have to continue the indoor excersises for the next few days. Today is upper body again.

And on a really light subject, this is a really funny review of James Patterson's You've been warned. Marnie had me reading it and laughing out loud. I want to put together a listing of some of my other books' last lines of the chapter and see if they're as funny.

So yeah, start with death and end with laughter. I think that's how I want my funeral to go, actually.