I Dream of Lindsay

I had a dream last night that LL was earnestly helping me with a booth for some film festival. She was doing it all for free with no publicity or anything, and I felt bad for exposing her horrid thinness on my blog.

Then I woke up and I still felt bad, but I realized that I blogged about it because of how disgraceful it is that women are killing themselves to look "better." Now the word is that drugs are the problem, and that sucks too. How is it that once someone "makes it," they're miserable? Or crazy? (See: Tom Cruise.)