Samantha Ronson has left Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre. For those who weren't aware' she was admitted on Sunday due to "exhaustion and depression".

Ronson has since posted this blog on her MySpace: "Thanks for all your messages. I'm home and all good. Was just pretty exhausted from travelling and working too much to buy Chanukah gifts and my Jewish mother was worried about me. I had good company and a Jerry's Deli delivery of chicken soup and potato pancakes and am feeling much better. (I) am back to watching all my favourite Jerry Bruckheimer shows." That would be enough to send me into depression, but everyone's different.

What seems to be a recurring theme, however, is the despondency that seems to occur with the acquirement of increased money and fame. It's been reported that Ronson, before she coerced Lidsay Lohan into part time lesbianism, earned $1,500 per DJing gig. Now that clubs know Lohan will most probably turn up with her - thus get the establishment's name printed across the globe - Samantha's earnings have leapt in to the realm of $30k. Bang! You're minted - not just your family! Aren't things great now you can afford everything you've dreamt of since childhood?!... It never is. It must be scary being able to buy anything you want and still feel empty... That or La Vida Lohan has simply bent her head over the edge.