Damn it.

One of my best friends has gone back into the hospital over chronic gastroparesis. Another of my friends is dealing with an alcoholic spouse who is struggling to reach the light. My insurance company is giving me grief over my upcoming surgery and my recent surgery's wound is itching like a motherfuck.

And on top of it all, Gregory Hines died.

I'm not capable of dancing, because of my physical condition. This might be why I revere great dancers and love dance so much. I don't know.

The world can be a dark place, sometimes.