Sinead O’Connor has checked herself into the hospital for “depression”. I’d say at this point, feeling sad is the least of her worries. Celebrity Fix reports,

Sinead O’Connor is seeking treatment for her depression, revealing on Twitter today that she’s checking into a hospital.

The Irish singer has had a tumultuous start to the year: marrying, divorcing, and then reuniting with her husband within the space of 18 days, and last week appealing to her Twitter followers for psychiatric help.

“Does any1 know a psychiatrist in dublin or wicklow who could urgently see me today please? im really un-well…” she tweeted, prompting streams of advice from concerned fans.

Today the 45-year-old announced that she’ll be “off radar for a few weeks” while she gets treatment.

“I’m going to hospital,” she tweeted. “Treatment for depression. Not at all well. But they will put me back together quick.”

“so will be back.. and smiling. Prolly 2 weeks ish,” she added. “I be grand in few weeks. was right decision to call hospital. They fab. Good team. I be me again in 2 weeks they say.”

I thought people who are depressed sit at home and stare out of windows and wallow in self-pity, not go on a whirlwind adventure of marriage and divorce and reconciliation in a matter of days. Those Cymbalta commercials makes derpression seem so much less interesting.

Carmen Electra doing dinner and cocktails in Beverly Hills:

When the Lord closes a door, someway he opens a window. You’ll note that this window smells a lot like perspiration and regret. Radar Online says:

David Arquette is undergoing treatment for depression and alcohol abuse at the Betty Ford Center.

Arquette tried to cope [with the breakdown of his marriage to Courteney Cox] on his own, but was forced to seek professional help after being confronted by loved ones.

He was photographed on New Years Eve at Beacher’s Madhouse [with a] badly bruised and swollen nose.

“He told me he’d fallen down and broken his nose,” said someone who spoke to the actor at the event. “He’d actually checked into rehab before New Year’s Eve, so he had his sober coach there with him all night.”

I can’t think of a more fun job than being a sober coach on New Year’s Eve. Maybe abortion doctor Christmas Day or Kirstie Alley during Lent. Provided “Armenian bikini waxer” wasn’t already up for grabs, I mean.

Lindsay Lohan accompanied girlfriend Samantha Ronson as she was rushed to hospital for an overnight visit yesterday. A bit of the ol’ “monkey poisoning,” perhaps? Not quite. According to Nine MSN

Samantha is suffering from depression and exhaustion.

Oh, she’s tired, is she? Jesus H. It’s not like she’s spending her nights shepherding invalids over the Afghan border in a hand-pulled oxcart. She stands in a fucking booth and scratches records for three hours a day, once, maybe twice a week. You know what I think this little “hospitalization” is really about? Blue Cross/Blue Shield has finally implemented some of my suggestions and starting offering coverage for “ugly.” Now, to the Bat Cave to get the ball rolling on “fat” and “old!” Away!

Leaving Crown Bar this weekend looking more in love than ever: