Forgive me, I need to vent just a bit.
The world's greatest singer, and guitarist passed away. I have been hopelessly bound to a bad, long-distance relationship for the majority of it. My first car was totaled. I sprained both of my ankles, one right after the other. The last date I had was legendary, even in hell. Migraines have persisted. I've been in enormous, untouchable debt. I hatefully quit my first job. My fingers, at their height of coordination and importance were subject to tendinitis.
A decade ago I lost my father to pancreas cancer.
I've once been passed some astute words:
There are two types of people
Those who handle situations
and those who are handled by situations
So I'll respect them carfully, and never surrender or misdirect this solemn violence in my soul.
My work may become turbulent, as I have a colossal demon to exorcise.
Best of luck,
Jean-Paul